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FROM   DAY   TO   DAY 
WITH    KIPLING 


RUDYARD  KIPLING 


From  Day  to  Day 
With  Kipling 

COMPILED    BY 

WALLACE  AND  FRANCES  RICE 

NEW  YORK 

BARSE  &  HOPKINS 

PUBLISHERS 

COPYRIGHT,  1911. 

BY 

BARSE  &  HOPKINS 


FROM  DAY  TO  DAY  WITH 
KIPLING 

JANUARY 

RECESSIONAL 

A  Victorian  Ode 

God  of  our  fathers,  known  of  old — 
Lord  of  our  far-flung  battle  line — 

Beneath  whose  awful  hand  we  hold 
Dominion  over  palm  and  pine — 

Lord  God  of  Hosts,  be  with  us  yet, 

Lest  w^e  forget — lest  we  forget ! 

The  tumult  and  the  shouting  dies — 
The  Captains  and  the  Kings  depart — 

Still  stands  Thine  ancient  sacrifice, 
An  humble  and  a  contrite  heart. 

Lord  God  of  Hosts,  be  with  us  yet, 

Lest  we  forget — lest  we  forget ! 

Far-called,  our  navies  melt  away — 
On  dune  and  headland  sinks  the  fire — 

Lo,  all  our  pomp  of  yesterday 
Is  one  with  Nineveh  and  Tyre! 

Judge  of  the  Nations,  spare  us  yet. 

Lest  we  forget — lest  we  forget! 

[5] 


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If,  drunk  with  sight  of  power,  we  loose 

Wild  tongues  that  have  not  Thee  in  awe — 

Such  boasting  as  the  Gentiles  use, 
Or  lesser  breeds  without  the  law — 

Lord  God  of  Hosts,  be  with  us  yet, 

Lest  we  forget — lest  we  forget! 

For  heathen  heart  that  puts  her  trust 
In  reeking  tube  and  iron  shard — 

All  valiant  dust  that  builds  on  dust. 

And  guarding,  calls  not  Thee  to  guard. 

For  frantic  boast  and  foolish  word, 

Thy  mercy  on  Thy  people.  Lord !      — Amen, 

January  First 

"Begin  at  the  beginning  and  go  on  to  the 
end,"  I  said,  royally. 

The  Courting  of  Dmah  Shadd, 

January  Second 

I  have  slipped  my  cable,  messmates,  I'm  drift- 
ing down  with  the  tide, 

I  have  my  sailing  orders,  while  ye  at  anchor 
ride, 

And  never  on  fair  June  morning,  have  I  put 
out  to  sea 

With  clearer  conscience  or  better  hope,  or  a 
heart  more  light  and  free. — The  Pilot. 

[6] 


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January  Third 

Bhoys  have  no  call  to  marry  nowadays,  an' 
that 's  why  the  Army  has  so  few  rale  good, 
honust,  swearin',  strapagin',  tinder-hearted, 
heavy-futted  wives  as  ut  used  to  have  whin  I 
was  a  corp'ril.  I  was  rejuced  aftherwards — 
but  no  matther — I  was  a  corp'ril  wanst. 

The  Daughter  of  the  Regiment. 

January  Fourth 

What  did  the  Colonel's  lady  think? 

Nobody  ever  knew. 
Somebody  asked  the  sergeant's  wife 

An'  she  told  'em  true. 
When  you  git  to  a  man  in  the  case 

They  're  like  a  row  o'  pins, 
For  the  Colonel's  lady  an'  Judy  O'Grady 

Are  sisters  under  their  skins. 

Barrack  Room  Ballad. 

January  Fifth 

There  's  a  dale  av  piety  in  a  girl  if  the  men 
would  only  let  it  stay  there. — On  Greenhow  Hill. 

January  Sixth 

You  haf  too  much  Ego  in  your  Cosmos. 

Bimi. 


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January  Seventh 

Eat,  Sahib,  eat.  Meat  is  good  against 
sorrow.  I  also  have  known.  Moreover,  the 
shadows  come  and  go.  Sahib,  the  shadows  come 
and  go.     These  be  curried  eggs. 

Without  Benefit  of  Clergy, 

January  Eighth 

Pleasant  the  snaffle  of  Courtship,  improving  the 

manners  and  carriage ; 
But  the  colt  that  is  wise  will  abstain  from  the 

terrible  thorn-bit  of  Marriage. 

Certain  Maxims  of  Hafiz. 

January  Ninth 

Life  liveth  best  in  life,  and  doth  not  roam 
To  other  realms  if  all  be  well  at  home. 
"Solid  as  ocean  foam,"  quoth  ocean  foam. 
A  Conference  of  the  Powers* 

January  Tenth 

The  oldest  trouble  in  the  world  comes  from 
want  of  understanding.  And  it  is  entirely  the 
fault  of  the  woman.  Somehow,  she  is  built  in- 
capable of  speaking  the  truth,  even  to  herself. 
She  only  finds  it  out  about  four  months  later. 

Bitters  Neat, 

[8] 


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January  Eleventh 

Bang  upon  the  big  drum,  bash  upon  the  cymbals, 
As   we   go   marchin'    along,   boys   oh! 
For  although  in  this  campaign 
There  's  no  whisky  nor  champagne, 

We  '11  keep  our  spirits  goin'  with  a  song,  boys ! 
The  Incarnation  of  Krishna  Mulvaney, 

January  Twelfth 

Few  people  can  afford  to  play  Robinson 
Crusoe  anywhere.  — By  Word  of  Mouth, 

January  Thirteenth 

Amusements  do  not  matter,  because  you  must 
repeat  them  as  soon  as  you  have  accomplished 
them  once,  and  most  amusements  only  mean  try- 
ing to  win  another  person's  money. 

Thrown  Away. 

January  Fourteenth 

I  've  had  me  colonel  walk  roun'  me  like  a 
cooper  roun'  a  cask  for  fifteen  minutes  bekaze 
I  wint  into  the  corner  shop  an  unstrapped  lun- 
atic, but  all  that  I  iver  tuk  from  his  rasp  av  a 
tongue  was  ginger-pop  to  fwhat  Annie  tould 
me.  An'  that,  mark  you,  is  the  way  av  a 
woman.  — The  Solid  Muldoon, 

[9] 


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January  Fifteenth 

Alone  upon  the  housetops,  to  the  North, 

I  turn  and  watch  the  Hghtning  in  the  sky, — 

The  glamour  of  thy  footsteps  in  the  North, 
Come  back  to  me,  Beloved,  or  I  die! 

Below  my  feet  the  still  bazar  is  laid ; 

Far,  far  below  the  weary  camels  lie, — 
The  camels  and  the  captives  of  thy  raid. 

Come  back  to  me,  Beloved,  or  I  die! 

My  father's  wife  is  old  and  harsh  with  years, 
And  drudge  of  all  my  father's  house  am  I; 

My  bread  is  sorrow  and  my  drink  is  tears, — 
Come  back  to  me,  Beloved,  or  I  die! 

The  Love-Song  of  Har  Dyal. 

January  Sixteenth 

When  a  man  does  good  work  out  of  all  pro- 
portion to  his  pay,  in  seven  cases  out  of  nine, 
there  is  a  woman  at  the  back  of  his  virtue. 

His  Chance  in  Life. 

January  Seventeenth 

Love  is  as  nakedly  unreasoning  as  when  Venus 
first  gave  him  his  kit  and  told  him  to  run  away 
and  play.  — Bitters  Neat, 

[10] 


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January  Eighteenth 
**Ye  have  read,  ye  have  heard,  ye  have  thought," 
he  said,  "and  the  tale  is  yet  to  run : 
By  the  worth  of  the  body  that  once  ye  had, 
give  answer:  What  ha'  ye  done?" 

Tomlinson. 

January  Nineteenth 
Think  how  full  the  average  man's  life  is  of 
his  own  pursuits  and  pleasures.  When  twenty 
thousand  of  him  find  time  to  look  up  between 
mouthfuls  and  grunt  something  about  some- 
thing they  are  n't  the  least  interested  in,  the  net 
result  is  called  fame,  reputation,  or  notoriety. 
The  Light  that  Failed. 

January  Twentieth 

"Go  on  wid  ye,  corp'ril,"  sez  she.  "You're 
a  flirt." 

"On  me  sowl  I  'm  not,"  sez  I. 

"Then  you  're  a  cruel,  handsome  man,  an' 
that 's  worse,"  sez  she,  heavin'  big  sighs  an' 
lookin'  crossways. 

"You  know  your  own  mind,"  sez  I. 

"  'Twud  be  betther  for  me  if  I  did  not,"  she 
sez. 

"There  's  a  dale  to  be  said  on  both  sides  av 
that,"  sez  I,  unthinkin'. 

The  Courtship  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

[11] 


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January  Twenty-first 

Jump,  if  you  dare,  on  a  steed  untried — 
Safer  it  is  to  go  wide — go  wide! 
Hark,  from  the  front  where  the  best  men  ride: 
"Pull  to  the  off,  boys !  Wide!  Go  Wide!" 

The  Peora  Himt. 

January  Twenty-second 

Bein'  an  onbustable  fool,  I  wint. 

The  Courtship  of  Dinuh  Shadd. 

January  Twenty-third 

Take  my  word  for  it,  the  silliest  woman  can 
manage  a  clever  man,  but  it  needs  a  very  clever 
woman  to  manage  a  fool. 

Three  and — an  Extra. 

January  Twenty-fourth 

A  much-discerning  Public  hold 
The  Singer  generally  sings 
Of  personal  and  private  things, 

And  prints  and  sells  his  past  for  gold. 

Whatever  I  may  here  disclaim, 
The  very  clever  folk  I  sing  to 
Will  most  indubitably  cling  to 

Their  pet  delusion,  just  the  same. 

La  Nuit  Blanche. 

[13] 


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January  Twenty-fifth 

A  good  man,  once  started,  goes  forward ;  but 
an  average  man,  so  soon  as  the  woman  loses  in- 
terest in  his  success  as  a  tribute  to  her  power, 
comes  back  to  the  battalion  and  is  no  more 
heard  of.     — Wressley  of  the  Foreign  Office. 

January  Twenty-sixth 

It  is  a  venerable  fact  that,  if  a  man  or 
woman  makes  a  practice  of,  and  takes  a  delight 
in,  believing  and  speaking  evil  of  people  indif- 
ferent to  him  or  her,  he  or  she  will  end  in  be- 
lieving evil  of  folk  very  near  and  dear. 

Watches  of  the  Night. 

January  Twenty-seventh 

I  know  what  a  horotorio  is.  It 's  a  sort  o* 
chaplain's  sing-song — words  all  out  of  the  Bible, 
and  hullaboloojah  choruses. — On  Greenhow  Hill. 

January  Twenty-eighth 

I  was  afraid  of  Miss  McKenna.  She  was 
six  feet  high,  all  yellow  freckles  and  red  hair, 
and  was  simply  clad  in  white  satin  shoes,  a  pink 
muslin  dress,  an  apple-green  stuff  sash,  and 
black  silk  gloves,  with  yellow  roses  in  her  hair. 
The  Daughter  of  the  Regiment, 

[13] 


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January  Twenty-ninth 

If  she  be  pleasant  to  look  on,  what  does  the 

young  man  say? 
Lo!     She  is  pleasant  to  look  on,  give  Her  to 

me  to-day. 

Certain  Maxims  of  Hafiz. 


January  Thirtieth* 

Wanst  upon  a  time,  as  the  childer  books  say, 
I  was  a  recruity. 

The  God  from  the  Machine. 


January  Thirty-first 

He  must  be  a  man  of  decent  height, 

He  must  be  a  man  of  weight. 
He  must  come  home  on  a  Saturday  night 

In  a  thoroughly  sober  state; 
He  must  know  how  to  love  me, 

And  he  must  know  how  to  kiss; 
And  if  he  's  enough  to  keep  us  both 

I  can't  refuse  him  bliss. 

The  Decent  Man. 


[14] 


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FEBRUARY 

MANDALAY 

By  the  old  Moulmein  Pagoda,  lookin'  eastward 

to  the  sea, 
There  's  a  Burma  girl  a-settin',  an'  I  know  she 

thinks  o'  me; 
For  the  wind  is  in  the  palm-trees,  an'  the  temple- 
bells  they  say : 
"Come  you  back,  you  British  soldier;  come  you 
back  to  Mandalay !" 

Come  you  back  to  Mandalay, 
Where  the  old  Flotilla  lay: 
Can't  you  'ear  their  paddles  chunkin'  from 
Rangoon  to  Mandalay? 

On  the  road  to  Mandalay, 
Where  the  flyin'-fishes  play, 
An'  the  dawn  comes  up  like  thunder  outer 
China  'crost  the  Bay ! 

'Er  pettlcut  was  yaller  an'  'er  little  cap  was 

green, 
An'  'er  name  was  Supi-yaw-lat — jes'  the  same 

as  Theebaw's  Queen, 
An'   I   seed  her   fust  a-smokin'   of   a  whackin 

white  cheroot, 
An'   a-wastin'   Christian   kisses   on   an   'eathen 

idol's  foot: 

[15] 


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Bloomin'  idol  made  o'  mud — 
Wot  they  called  the  Great  Gawd  Budd, 
Plucky  lot  she  cared  for  idols  when  I  kissed 
'er  where  she  stud ! 

When  the  mist  was  on  the  rice  fields  an'  the  sun 

was  droppin'  slow, 
She  'd  git  'er  little  banjo  an'  she  'd  sing  "Kul- 

lalo-lor 
With  'er  arm  upon  my  shoulder  an'  her  cheek 

agin  my  cheek 
We  uster  watch   the  steamers   an'   the  hathis 
pilin'  teak. 

Elephints  a-pilin'  teak 
In  the  sludgy,  squdgy  creek, 
Where  the  silence  'ung  that  'eavy  you  was 
'arf  afraid  to  speak! 

But  that 's  all  shoved  be'ind  me — long  ago  an' 
fur  away, 

An'  there  ain't  no  'buses  runnin'  from  the  Bank 
to  Mandalay ; 

An'  I  'm  learnin'  'ere  in  London  what  the  ten- 
year  sodger  tells : 

"If  you  've  'eard  the  East  a-callin',  why,  you 
won't  'eed  nothin'  else." 

No!  you  won't  'eed  nothin'  else 
But  them  spicy  garlic  smeUs 

[16] 


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An'  the  sunshine  an'  the  palm-trees  an'  the 
tinkly  temple-bells  ! 

I   am    sick   o'   wast  In'   leather   on    these   gritty 

pavin'-stones, 
An'  the  blasted  Henglish  drizzle  wakes  the  fever 

In  my  bones ; 
Though    I    walks    with   fifty    'ousemalds    outer 

Chelsea  to  the  Strand, 
An'  they  talks  a  lot  o'  lovin,'  but  wot  do  they 
understand? 

Beefy  face  an'  grubby  'and — 
Law!  wot  do  they  understand? 
I  've  a  neater,  sweeter  maiden  in  a  cleaner, 
greener  land ! 

Ship  me  somewheres  east  of  Suez  where  the  best 

is  like  the  worst. 
Where  there  are  n't  no  Ten  Commandments,  an' 

a  man  can  raise  a  thirst ; 
For  the  temple-bells  are  callin',  an'  It  's  there 

that  I  would  be — 
By  the  old  Moulmein  Pagoda,  lookin'  lazy  at 
the  sea — 

On  the  road  to  Mandalay, 
Where  the  old  Flotilla  lay, 
With  our  sick  beneath  the  awnings  when  we 
went  to  Mandalay ! 

On  the  road  to  Mandalay — 

[17] 


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February  First 

Considered  as  a  kiss,  that  was  a  failure,  but 
since  it  was  the  first,  other  than  those  demanded 
by  duty,  in  all  the  world  that  either  had  ever 
given  or  taken,  it  opened  to  them  new  worlds 
and  every  one  of  them  glorious,  so  that  they 
were  lifted  above  the  consideration  of  any  worlds 
at  all.  — The  Light  that  Failed. 

February  Second 

Mother  av  Innocence !  but  I  kissed  her  on  the 
tip  av  the  nose  an'  undher  the  eye,  an'  a  girl 
that  lets  a  kiss  come  tumbleways  like  that  has 
niver  been  kissed  before. 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

February  Third 

The  magic  that  is  always  demanding  gifts 
is  no  true  magic.  The  only  potent  love-spells 
are  those  which  are  told  you  for  love. 

In  the  House  of  Suddhoo. 

February  Fourth 

And  some  are  sulky,  while  some  will  plunge; 
Some  you  must  gentle,  and  some  you  must  lunge. 
Toolungula  Stockyard  Chorus. 

[18] 


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February  Fifth 

Faith,  it 's  a  good  thing  to  be  nursed  by  a 
woman  when  you  're  sick. — On  Greenhow  Hill. 

February  Sixth 

If  a  youth  would  be  distinguished  in  his  art, 

art,  art, 
He  must  keep  the  girls  away  from  his  heart, 

heart,  heart. — In  the  Pride  of  His  Youth, 

February  Seventh 

Men  speak  the  truth  as  they  understand  it, 
and  women  as  they  think  men  would  like  to  un- 
derstand it;  and  then  they  all  act  lies  which 
would  deceive  Solomon,  and  the  result  is  a  heart- 
rending muddle  that  half  a  dozen  open  words 
would  put  straight.  — Bitters  Neat, 

February  Eighth 

Not  though  you  die  to-night,  O  Sweet,  and  wail, 

A  specter  at  my  door. 
Shall  mortal  Fear  make  Love  immortal  fail — 

I  shall  but  love  you  more. 
Who,  from  Death's  house  returning,  give  me 

still 
One  moment's  comfort  in  my  matchless  ill. 

Shadow  Houses, 

[19] 


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February  Ninth 

Alive  or  dead — there  is  no  other  way. 

Native  Proverb. 

February  Tenth 

It 's  hard  for  a  young  man  o'  my  build  to  cut 
traces  from  the  world,  th'  flesh,  an'  the  devil 
all  uv  a  heap.  — On  Greenhow  Hill. 

February  Eleventh 

They  '11  take  the  airs  an^  the  graces  instid  av 
the  man  nine  times  out  av  ten,  an'  they  only  find 
the  blunder  later — the  women. 

On  Greenhow  Hill. 

February  Twelfth 

For  all  we  take  we  must  pay ;  but  the  price  is 
cruel  high.  — The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

February  Thirteenth 

Thus,  for  a  season,  they  fought  it  fair — 

She  and  her  cousin  May — 
Tactful,  talented,  debonaire, 

Decorous  foes  were  they; 
But  never  can  battle  of  man  compare 

With  merciless  feminine  fray. 

Two  and  One. 

[go] 


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February  Fourteenth 

To  Love's  low  voice  she  lent  a  careless  ear ; 

Her  hand  within  his  rosy  fingers  lay, 
A  chilling  weight.     She  would  not  turn  or  hear ; 
But  with  averted  face  she  went  her  way. 

Rivals. 
February  Fifteenth 

That  is  to  say,  in  a  casual  way, 

I  slipped  my  arm  around  her; 
With  a  kiss  or  two  (which  is  nothing  to  you), 

And  ready  to  kiss  I  found  her. 

Pink  Dominoes. 

February  Sixteenth 

The  Continental  notion,  which  is  the  ab- 
original notion,  of  arranging  marriages  ir- 
respective of  the  personal  inclinations  of  the 
married,  is  sound.  Think  for  a  minute,  and 
you  will  see  that  it  must  be  so ;  unless,  of  course, 
you  believe  in  "affinities." 

Kidnaped. 

February  Seventeenth 

It  were  better  to  go  up  to  Heaven  in  a  coal 

a  coach  an'  six. 
On  Greenlww  Hill. 

[21] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

'/ffK  yfK  x|V  v;v  xjx  xvx  x|x  x(k  x|x  x|x  x|x  x^y  >|v  7??  vivv;y  >^  v?»c 

February  Eighteenth 

He  was  very  nice ;  but  he  was  not  strong  In 
his  views  and  opinions  and  principles,  and, 
though  he  never  came  to  actual  grief,  his  friends 
were  thankful  when  he  said  good-bye. 

Yoked  with  an  Unbeliever, 

February  Nineteenth 

The  world  hath  set  its  heavy  yoke 
Upon  the  old,  white-bearded  folk 

Who  strive  to  please  the  king, 
God's  mercy  is  upon  the  young, 
God's  wisdom  in  the  baby  tongue 

That  fears  not  anything. 

The  Parable  of  Chajju  Bhagat. 

February  Twentieth 

If  she  grow  suddenly  gracious — reflect.     Is  it 

all  for  thee? 
The  black-buck  is  stalked  through  the  bullock, 

and  Man  through  jealousy. 

Certain  Maxims  of  Haflz. 

February  Twenty-first 

The  highest   is   as   the  lowest — always   sup- 
posing each  degree  extreme. 

To  be  Filed  for  Reference, 

[22] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

7??T?VVJV  V?VV?VV?VV??'  >;V  >^-  V{y'  VJ<  VJ^  'j^l^  viv  VJV  >?«"???' 

February  Twenty-second 

But  whin  was  a  young  man,  high  or  low,  the 
other  av  a  fool,  I  'd  like  to  know?  Sure  folly  's 
the  only  safe  way  to  wisdom,  for  I  've  thried  ut. 

On  Greenliow  Hill. 

February  Twenty-third 

Next  to  a  requited  attachment,  one  of  the 
most  convenient  things  that  a  young  man  can 
carry  about  with  him  at  the  beginning  of  his 
career,  is  an  unrequited  attachment.  It  makes 
him  feel  important  and  business-like,  and  blase, 
and  cynical ;  and  whenever  he  has  a  touch  of 
liver,  or  suffers  from  want  of  exercise,  he  can 
mourn  over  his  lost  love,  and  be  very  happy  in 
a  tender,  twilight  fashion. 

On  the  Strength  of  a  Likeness, 

February  Twenty-fourth 

His  face  was  a  looking-glass  and  his  fore- 
head an  open  book,  by  reason  of  his  innocence. 

Venus  Annodomini. 

February  Twenty-fifth 

He  had  not  many  ideas  at  the  best  of  times, 
and  the  few  he  possessed  made  him  conceited. 
The  Rescue  of  Pluffles, 

[23] 


FROM    DAY    TO    BAY    WITH    KIPLING 

yfi.  i^y^x  /i^  >^  X4X  y^K  y|x  x^  x|x  yf<  yf<  yfKy^y^  >?<  VJV  yj^f 

February  Twenty-sixth 

If  He  play,  being  young  and  unskillful,   for 

shekels  of  silver  and  gold, 
Take  His  money,  my  son,  praising  Allah.     The 

kid  was  ordained  to  be  sold. 

Certain  Maxims  of  Hafiz. 

February  Twenty-seventh 

Oh,  it 's  a  relief  to  catch  a  young  man  devoid 
of  nerves  and  the  less  honorable  emotions,  who 
does  not  talk  cheap  French  novels,  and  knows 
exactly  what  he  wants,  and  is  humble  about  it. 

For  One  Night  Only, 

February  Twenty-eighth 

How  does  ut  come  about,  sorr,  that  whin  a 
man  has  put  the  comether  on  wan  woman  he  's 
sure  bound  to  put  ut  on  another.? 

The  Courtship  of  Dinah  Shadd, 

February  Twenty-ninth 

"They  are  fools  who  kiss  and  tell," 
Wisely  has  the  poet  sung. 
Man  may  hold  all  sorts  of  posts 
If  he  '11  only  hold  his  tongue. 

Pink  Dominoes. 

[24] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

>^  >^  x^  >^  x+x  x|K  >i»^  >^  >^  >^  7j<  >^  >^  ><p«:  viv  vjv  >;v  v;>^ 

MARCH 

THE  BALLAD  OF  THE  EAST  AND  WEST 

Oh^  East  is  East,  and  West  is  West,  and  never 

the  twain  shall  meet. 
Till  Earth  and  Sky  stand  presently  at  God's 

great  Judgment  Scat; 
But  there  is  neither  East  nor  West,  Border,  nor 

Breed,  nor  Birth, 
When  two  strong  men  stand  face  to  face,  though 

they  come  from  the  ends  of  the  earth. 

Kamal  is  out  with  twenty  men  to  raise  the  Bor- 
der-side, 

And  he  has  Hfted  the  Colonel's  mare  that  is  the 
Colonel's  pride; 

He  has  lifted  her  out  of  the  stable-door  be- 
tween the  dawn  and  the  day, 

And  turned  the  calkins  upon  her  feet,  and  rid- 
den her  far  away. 

Then  up  and  spoke  the  Colonel's  son  that  led 
a  troop  of  the  Guides: 

"Is  there  never  a  man  of  all  my  men  can  say 
where  Kamal  hides?" 

Then  up  and  spoke  Mahommed  Khan,  the  son 

of  the  Ressaldar: 
"If  ye  know  the  track  of  the  morning-mist,  ye 

know  where  his  pickets  are. 

[25] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

At  dusk  he  harries  the  Abazai — at  dawn  he  is 

into  Bonair; 
But  he  must  go  by  Fort  Bukloh  to  his  own  place 

to  fare. 
So  if  ye  gallop  to  Fort  Bukloh  as  fast  as  a  bird 

can  fly, 
By  the  favor  of  God,  ye  may  cut  him  off  ere  he 

win  to  the  Tongue  of  Jagai. 
But  if  he  be  passed  the  Tongue  of  Jagai,  right 

swiftly  turn  ye  then — 
For  the  length  and  the  breadth  of  that  grisly 

plain  is  sown  with  KamaPs  men. 
There  is  rock  to  the  left,  and  rock  to  the  right, 

and  low  lean  thorn  between. 
And  ye  may  hear  a  breech-bolt  snick  where  never 

a  man  is  seen." 

The  ColoneFs  son  has  taken  a  horse,  and  a  raw 

rough  dun  was  he, 
With  his  mouth  of  a  bell,  and  the  heart  of  Hell, 

and  the  head  of  the  gallows-tree. 
The  Colonel's  son  to  the  Fort  has  won ;  they 

bid  him  stay  to  eat — 
Who  rides  at  the  tail  of  a  Border  thief,  he  sits 

not  long  at  his  meat. 
He  's  up  and  away  from  Fort  Bukloh  as  fast  as 

he  can  fly. 
Till  he  was  aware  of  his  father's  mare  in  the 

gut  of  the  Tongue  of  Jagai — 

[26] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

Till  he  was   aware  of  liis   father's  mare,  with 

Kamal  upon  her  back, 
And  when  he  could  spy  the  white  of  her  eye, 

he  made  the  pistol  crack. 
He  has  fired  once,  he  has  fired  twice,  but  the 

whistling  ball  went  wide. 
"Ye  shoot  Hke  a  soldier,"  Kamal  said.     "Show 

now  if  ye  can  ride." 

It 's  up  and  over  the  Tongue  of  Jagai,  as  blown 

dust-devils  go — 
The  dun  he  fled  like  a  stag  of  ten,  but  the  mare 

like  a  barren  doe. 
The  dun  he  leaned  against  the  bit,  and  slugged 

his  head  above. 
But  the  red  mare  played  with  the  snaffle  bars  as 

a  maiden  plays  with  a  glove. 
There  was   rock  to  the  left,   and   rock  to   the 

right,  and  low  lean   thorn  between, 
And  thrice  he  heard  a  breech-bolt  snick,  though 

never  a  man  was  seen. 
They  have  ridden  the  low  moon  out  of  the  sky, 

their  hoofs  drum  up  the  dawn — 
The  dun  he  went  like  a  wounded  bull,  but  the 

mare  like  a  new-roused  fawn. 
The  dun  he  fell  at  a  watercourse — in  a  woful 

heap  fell  he. 
And  Kamal  has  turned  the  red  mare  back,  and 

pulled  the  rider  free. 

[27] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

f/^r^ /^  y^K  yfi.  vj<>?»c7?»:  y^kj^  i^y^}^  y^y^  >?*k  v?«r  vj*c 

He  has  knocked  the  pistol  out  of  his  hand — 

small  room  was  there  to  strive — 
"  'T  was    only   by    favor    of   mine,"    quoth   he, 

"ye  rode  so  long  alive: 
There  was  not  a  rock  for  twenty  mile,  there  was 

not  a  clump  of  tree, 
But  covered  a  man  of  my  own  men  with  his  rifle 

cocked  on  his  knee. 
If  I  had  raised  my  bridle-hand,  as  I  have  held 

it  low, 
The  little  jackals  that  flee  so  fast  were  feasting 

all  in  a  row: 
If  I  had  bowed  my  head  on  my  breast,  as  I  have 

held  it  high. 
The  kite  that  whistles  above  us  now  were  gorged 

till  she  could  not  fly." 

Lightly  answered  the  Colonel's  son :  "Do  good 
to  bird  and  beast. 

But  count  who  comes  for  the  broken  meats  be- 
fore thou  makest  a  feast. 

If  there  should  follow  a  thousand  swords  to 
carry  my  bones  away. 

Belike  the  price  of  a  jackal's  meal  were  more 
than  a  thief  could  pay. 

They  will  feed  their  horse  on  the  standing  crop, 
their  men  on  the  garnered  grain ; 

The  thatch  of  the  byres  will  serve  their  fires 
when  all  the  cattle  are  slain. 

[28] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

But   if   thou   thinkest   the  price  be   fair, — thy 

brethren  wait  to  sup — 
The  hound  is  kin  to  the  jackal-spawn, — howl, 

dog,  and  call  them  up ! 
And  if  thou  thinkest  the  price  be  high,  in  steer 

and  gear  and  stack. 
Give  me  my  father's  mare  again,  and  I  '11  fight 

my  own  way  back !" 

Kamal  has  gripped  him  by  the  hand  and  set  him 

upon  his  feet. 
"No  talk  shall  be  of  dogs,"  said  he,  "when  wolf 

and  gray  wolf  meet. 
May  I  eat  dirt  if  thou  hast  hurt  of  me  in  deed 

or  breath; 
What  dam  of  lances  brought  thee  forth  to  jest 

at  the  dawn  with  Death?" 
Lightly  answered  the  Colonel's  son:  "I  hold  by 

the  blood  of  my  clan : 
Take  up   the  mare  for  my   father's   gift — ^by 

God,  she  has  carried  a  man !" 
The   red  mare   ran   to   the   Colonel's   son,   and 

nuzzled  against  his  breast. 
"We  be  two  strong  men,"  said  Kamal  then,  "but 

she  loveth  the  younger  best. 
So  shall  she  go  with  a  lifter's  dower,  my  tur- 
quoise-studded rein. 
My  broldercd  saddle  and  saddle-cloth,  and  silver 

stirrups  twain." 

[29] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 
vjv  yfKyfK  '/(k  yi^  y^ '/;<'/;<  f^  y^i.  V|V7?<  v?v  v^>?«k  ^j^  >^  yj< 

The   Colonel's   son   a   pistol   drew   and  held  it 

muzzle-end. 
"Ye  have  taken  the  one  from  a  foe,"  said  he; 

"will  ye  take  the  mate  from  a  friend?" 
"A  gift  for  a  gift,"  said  Kamal  straight;  "a 

limb  for  the  risk  of  a  limb. 
Thy  father  hath  sent  his  son  to  me — I  '11  send 

my  son  to  him!" 
With  that  he  whistled  his  only  son,  that  dropped 

from  a  mountain-crest — 
He  trod  the  ling  like  a  buck  in  spring,  and  he 

looked  like  a  lance  in  rest. 

"Now,  here  is  thy  master,"  Kamal  said,  "who 

leads  a  troop  of  the  Guides, 
And  thou  must  ride  at  his  left  side,  as  shield 

on  shoulder  rides. 
Till  Death  or  I  cut  loose  the  tie  at  camp,  and 

board  and  bed, 
Thy  life  is  his — thy  fate  it  is  to  guard  him  with 

thy  head. 
So  thou  must  eat  the  White  Queen's  meat,  and 

all  her  foes  are  thine. 
And  thou  must  harry  thy  father's  hold  for  the 

peace  of  the  Border-line; 
And  thou  must  make  a  trooper  tough,  and  hack 

thy  way  to  power — 
Belike  they  will  raise  thee  to  Ressaldar  when 

I  am  hanged  in  Peshawur." 

[30] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

>j*c  v?vv^:  v|»c  v^i  v^;  y^k  >jv  Viv  yjv  viv  y;y  vjv  >?v  v^-  v?v  y^  y^K 

They  have  looked  each  other  between  the  eyes, 

and  there  they  found  no  fault; 
They  have  taken  the  Oath  of  the  Brother-in- 

Blood  on  leavened  bread  and  salt ; 
They  have  taken  the  Oath  of  the  Brother-in- 

Blood  on  fire  and  fresh-cut  sod. 
On  the  hilt  and  the  haft  of  the  Khyber  knife, 

and  the  Wondrous  Names  of  God. 
The  Colonel's  son  he  rides  the  mare,  and  Kamal's 

boy  the  dun, 
And  two  have  come  back  to  Fort  Bukloh  where 

there  went  forth  but  one. 
And  when  they  drew  to  the  Quarter-Guard,  full 

twenty  swords  flew  clear — 
There  was  not  a  man  but  carried  his  feud  with 

the  blood  of  the  mountaineer. 
"Ha'  done!  ha'  done!"  said  the  Colonel's  son. 

"Put  up  the  steel  at  your  sides ! 
Last  night  ye  had  struck  at  a  Border  thief — 

to-night  't  is  a  man  of  the  Guides !" 

Ohy  East  is  East,  and  West  is  West,  and  never 

the  two  shall  meet. 
Till  Earth  and  Sky  stand  presently  at  God's 

great  Judgment  Seat; 
But  there  is  neither  East  nor  West,  Border  nor 

Breed,  nor  Birth, 
When  two  strong  men  stand  face  to  face,  though 

they  come  from  the  ends  of  the  Earth. 

[31] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

vfK '/^ '/;<  yfK  y^K  vjy  y^v  viv  v^  y^v  /4vv?<  vj»c>;<  >;<  y?<  vfi.  VK 

March  First 

A  million  surplus  Maggies  are  willing  to  bear 

the  yoke ; 
And   a   woman   Is   only   a  woman,  but   a   good 

cigar  is  a  smoke.        — The  Betrothed. 

March  Second 

There  was  a  girl — ordinary  girl — the  dark- 
colored  variety,  who  played  a  little,  sang  a 
little,  talked  a  little,  and  furnished  the  back- 
ground. — Bitters  Neat. 

March  Third 

She  said  no  one  knew  what  the  pains  of  a 
chaperon's  life  were.  — Bitters. Neat. 

March  Fourth 

Flower  hand,  fut  of  shod  air,  an'  the  eyes 
av  the  mornin'  she  had. 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

March  Fifth 

She  looked  long  and  thoughtfully  at  him,  be- 
cause she  was  very,  very  sorry  for  him,  and  he 
was  a  very,  very  big  idiot. 

Venus  AnnodominL 

[32] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

>^  >?v  y^  V|<  Viv  y^yf^n/fs: 7?v  >^  >?v  x^^c  >?k>k >^  >i^  >?^  >k 

March  Sixth 

Hit  a  man  an'  help  a  woman,  an'  ye  can't  be 
far  wrong  any  ways. 

Maxims  of  Private  Mulvaney. 

March  Seventh 

America  is  a  very  great  country,  but  it  is 
not  yet  heaven,  with  electric  lights  and  plush 
fittings.  — American  Politics. 

March  Eighth 

Trust  a  woman  for  being  blind  as  a  bat  when 
she  won't  see.  — The  Tents  of  Kedar. 

March  Ninth 

Mrs.  Skittleworth  told  the  tale  at  the  place 
called  the  Arts  and  Crafts,  which,  when  you 
think  of  it,  was  unnecessary ;  Mrs.  Skittleworth 
herself  being  all  the  arts  and  most  of  the  crafts 
known  to  civilization.^ — For  One  Night  Only. 

March  Tenth 

Iv'ry  woman  that  was  not  a  witch  was  worth 
the  runnin'  afther  in  those  days,  an'  iv'ry  man 
was  my  dearest  friend  or — I  had  stripped  to 
him  an'  we  knew  which  was  tlie  betther  av  the 
tu.  — The  Solid  Muldoon. 

[33] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

yCi.  y(<K  yf<i.  y(*.  y(K  yfK  y^K  )^  y^\  y(*i.  y(<  yfK  yf^ /^  vjv  y^  VJV  VK 

March  Eleventh 

He  was  almost  generous  to  his  wife  about 
money  matters,  and  that,  for  him,  was  a  con- 
cession. — The  Other  Man. 

March  Twelfth 

Kape  out  av  the  married  quarters,  I  say,  as 
did  not.  'T  is  onwholesim,  't  is  dangerous,  an' 
't  is  iv'rything  else  that  's  bad,  but — oh,  me 
sow] ! — 't  is  swate  while  ut  lasts  ! 

The  Solid  Muldoon, 

March  Thirteenth 

She  never  lifted  a  finger  to  attract  any  one ; 
but,  like  Ninon  de  L'Enclos,  all  men  were  at- 
tracted to  her.  — Venus  Annodomini. 

March  Fourteenth 

A  woman  who  cannot  be  vulgar  on  occasion 
does  not  know  the  meaning  of  True  Deport- 
ment. — For  One  Night  Only. 

March  Fifteenth 

It  did  not  come  out  all  right  in  the  end,  as 
muddles  are  made  to  do  in  the  third  volume. 

Bitters  Neat. 

[S4] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

V5*r  v?<  v^v  vjvvT<  viv  viv  ^v  y^v  viv  v?vv;v  vjvt^  v^  vjvvjv  v^- 

March  Sixteenth 

A  man  is  never  so  happy  as  when  he  is  talk- 
ing about  himself. 

The  Education  of  Otis  Yeere. 

March  Seventeenth 

Now  there  are  Oirish  an'  Oirish.  The  good 
are  as  good  as  the  best,  but  the  bad  are  wurrst 
than  the  wurrst.  — Black  Jack. 

March  Eighteenth 

A  woman's  guess  is  much  more  accurate  than 
a  man's  certainty.     — Three  and — an  Extra. 

March  Nineteenth 

Being  idle,  he  went  a-courting  without  know- 
ing it.  — The  Last  Relief, 

March  Twentieth 

No  man  can  act  or  tell  lies  to  a  woman  with- 
out being  found  out. 

On  the  Strength  of  a  Likeness. 

March  Twenty-first 

Men  often  do  their  best  work  blind,  for  some 
one  else's  sake. — Wrcsslcy  of  the  Foreign  Office. 

[35] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

>j<  yfK  7^  v^  y^K  viv  viv  v^v  vjv  vjv  vivv?<  >j<  xKv^vvjv  >j<  vj< 

March  Twenty-second 

As  a  general  rule  it  is  n't  safe  to  cross  an  old 
trail  twice.  Things  remind  one  of  things,  and 
a  cold  wind  gets  up,  and  you  feel  sad. 

The  Light  that  Failed, 

March  Twenty-third 

These  things  are  kismet,  and  we  only  find  out 
all  about  them  just  when  the  knowledge  is  too 
late.  — Bitters  Neat. 

March  Twenty-fourth 

There  's  one  of  t'  Ten  Commandments  says 
yo'  maun't  covet  your  neebor's  ox  nor  his 
jackass,  but  it  does  n't  say  nowt  about  his  tar- 
rier-dogs.  — Private  Learoyd's  Story, 

March  Twenty-fifth 

All  gods  have  good  points,  just  as  have  aU 
priests.  — The  Mark  of  the  Beast, 

March  Twenty-sixth 

Oh,  he  was  a  beautiful  bhoy,  and  the  long 
black  curses  was  slidin'  out  av  his  innocint 
mouth  like  the  mornin'-jew  from  a  rose! 

With  the  Main  Guard, 

[36] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

March  Twenty-seventh 

If  your  mirror  be  broken,  look  into  still 
water ;  but  have  a  care  that  you  do  not  fall  in, 

Hindoo  Proverb. 

March  Twenty-eighth 

I  never  allow  a  fortuitous  concourse  of  atoms 
at  my  table ;  and,  besides,  we  have  no  extra  leaf 
in  it.  — For  One  Night  Only. 

March  Twenty-ninth 

"Take  care  of  the  time  and  the  dressing  will 
take  care  of  itself."  I  must  ride  my  own  line 
to  my  own  beat.  ...  I  must  do  my  own 
work  and  live  my  own  life  in  my  own  way,  be- 
cause I  'm  responsible  for  both.  ...  I  have 
my  own  matches  and  sulphur,  and  I  '11  make  my 
own  hell.  — The  Light  that  Failed. 

March  Thirtieth 

Go,  stalk  the  red  deer  o'er  the  heather, 

Ride,  follow  the  fox  if  you  can ! 
But,  for  pleasure  and  profit  together. 

Allow  me  the  hunting  of  Man, — 
The  chase  of  the  Human,  the  search  for  the  Soul 

To  its  ruin — the  hunting  of  Man. 

The  Old  Shikarri. 

[37] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

xjx  X4X  x^-f^j^yfK  >K7|«r  '/$<  y^  y^  y^  y(<  yfK  w^  y^  >jv  vj^c 

March  Thirty-first 

By  the  hoof  of  the  Wild  Goat  uptossed 
From  the  Cliff  where  She  lay  in  the  Sun, 

Fell  the  Stone 
To  the  Tarn  where  the  daylight  is  lost ; 
So  She  fell  from  the  light  of  the  Sun, 

And  alone. 

Now  the  fall  was  ordained  from  the  first. 
With  the  Goat  and  the  CHff  and  the  Tarn, 

But  the  Stone 
Knows  only  Her  life  is  accursed, 

And  alone. 

Oh,  Thou  who  hast  builded  the  world! 
Oh,  Thou  who  hast  lighted  the  Sun! 
Oh,  Thou  who  hast  darkened  the  Tarn! 

Judge  Thou 
The  sin  of  the  Stone  that  was  hurled 
By  the  Goat  from  the  light  of  the  Sun, 
As  She  sinks  in  the  depths  of  the  Tarn, 

Even  now — even  now — even  now! 

From  the  Unpublished  Papers  of 
Mcintosh  Jellaludin. 


[38] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

T^yfKy^/^y^  vjvvjvv^  /^v  y^v  viv  y^:  viv  vjrvyv  >?v  v?«c  >?v 

APRIL 

CHARLIE'S    LOVE-SONG 

The  day  is  most  fair,  the  cheery  wind 

Halloos  behind  the  hill, 
Where  he  bends  the  wood  as  seemeth  good, 

And  the  sapling  to  his  will ! 
Riot,  O  Wind ;  there  is  that  in  my  blood 

That  would  not  have  thee  still ! 

She  gave  me  herself,  O  Earth,  O  Sky; 

Gray  Sea,  she  is  mine  alone! 
Let  the  sullen  boulders  hear  my  cry, 

And  rejoice  though  they  be  but  stone! 

Red  cloud  of  the  sunset,  tell  it  abroad; 

I  am  victor.     Greet  me,  O  Sun, 
Dominant  master  and  absolute  lord 

Over  the  soul  of  one ! 

Mine!     I  have  won  her,  O  good  brown  Earth; 

Make  merry :  't  is  hard  on  Spring ! 
Make  merry  ;  my  love  is  doubly  worth 

All  worship  your  fields  can  bring! 
Let  the  hind  that  tills  you  feel  my  mirth 

At  the  early  harrowing! 

[39] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

April  Fikst 

He  was  bent  on  making  a  fool  of  himself  that 
way;  and  he  was  in  no  sort  disappointed. 

On  the  Strength  of  a  Likeness, 

Apeil  Second 

Being  young,  he  looked  for  all  that  young 
men  desire ;  most  of  all,  he  looked  for  love. 

The  Last  Relief. 

April  Third 

Her  theory  that  men  do  not  marry  their 
mothers-in-law,  though  many  mothers-in-law 
think  otherwise,  was  perpetually  leading  her 
into  second-hand  Comedie-Fran9aise  embarrass- 
ments. — For  One  Night  Ordy, 

April  Fourth 

Alas!  alas!  Can  the  Moon  tell  the  Lotus  of 
her  love  when  the  Gate  of  Heaven  is  shut  and 
the  clouds  gather  for  the  rains? 

The  Love-Song  of  Har  Dyal, 


April  Fifth 

Chicago, 


Free  yourselves  from  your  otrn  slavery 


[40] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

y^K  v^•  >;<:  y?^  >|v  >^  >t^  ;^  xiK  y^  y|K  v|v  y^v  y^K  ^x  y;y  >;v  vk 

April  Sixth 

Open  and  obvious  devotion  from  any  sort  of 
man  is  always  pleasant  to  any  sort  of  woman. 
On  the  Strength  of  a  Likeness. 

April  Seventh 

"Ye  that  bore  us,  O  restore  us ! 
She  is  kinder  than  ye ; 
For  the  call  is  on  our  heartstrings !" 
Said  The  Men  of  the  Sea. 

"Ye  that  love  us,  can  ye  move  us? 
She  is  dearer  than  ye ; 
And  your  sleep  will  be  the  sw^eeter," 
Said  The  Men  of  the  Sea. 

"Oh,  our  fathers,  in  the  churchyard. 
She  is  older  than  ye, 
And  our  graves  will  be  the  greener," 
Said  The  Men  of  the  Sea. 

The  Men  of  the  Sea, 

April  Eighth 

I  was  pershuaded — most  bhoys  are,  I  'm 
thinkin' — that  no  woman  born  av  woman  cud 
stand  against  me  av  I  hild  up  me  little  finger. 
I  had  reason  for  thinkin'  that  way. 

The  Solid  Muldoon, 

[41] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

>jr?J?"?J<  V^  V|»C  V?*C  V?V  >;V  WV  >??■  V?<  V|V  V^'  V^tC  V|V  >J<  >?<  >J< 

April  Ninth 

I  explains  to  her  t'  contrairy  qualities  of  a 
dog,  'at,  when  yo'  coom  to  think  on  't,  is  one  o' 
t'  curosest  things  as  is.  For  they  lam  to  be- 
have theirsens  like  gentlemen  born,  fit  for  the 
f  ost  of  coompany  ;  then  on  t'  other  hand  a-tewin' 
round  after  cats  an'  gettin'  mixed  oop  i'  all 
manner  o'  blackguardly  street  rows,  an'  killin' 
rats,  an'  fightin'  like  divils. 

Private  Learoyd's  Story. 

April  Tenth 

She  tould  me  what  iv'ry  man  that  is  a  man, 
an'  manny  that  is  a  woman,  hears  wanst  in  his 
life.  — The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

April  Eleventh 

In  this  bad,  small  world  of  ours,  one  knows 
so  little  of  the  life  of  the  next  man — which, 
after  all,  is  entirely  his  own  concern — that  one 
is  not  surprised  when  a  crash  comes.  Any- 
thing might  turn  up  any  day  for  any  one. 

His  Wedded  Wife, 

April  Twelfth 

Hit  high,  hit  low,  there  's  no  plasin'  you,  Mul- 
vaney.  — The  Taking  of  Lungtungpen, 

[42] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

y^yf^yfK  yt<  i^j^Tj^vj^  j^  w^  Wi^  y^  v^k  i^  y^ w^  w^i. -^  yfi. 

April  Thirteenth 

"We  three  raises  the  divil  in  couples  gin'ally," 
explained  Mulvaney. — The  Three  Musketeers. 

April  Fourteenth 

So  we  settled  it  all  when  the  storm  was  done 

As  comfy  as  comfy  could  be; 
And  I  was  to  wait  in  the  barn,  my  dears, 

Because  I  was  only  three, 
And  Teddy  would  run  to  the  rainbow's  foot, 

Because  he  was  five  and  a  man ; 
And  that  's  how  it  all  began,  my  dears. 

And  that 's  how  it  all  began. 

Big  Barn  Stories. 

April  Fifteenth 

My  hair  sat  up.     It  is  a  mistake  to  say  that 
hair  stands  up.     The  skin  of  the  head  tightens 
and  you  can  feel  a  faint,  prickly  bristling  all 
over  the  scalp.     That  is  the  hair  sitting  up. 
My  Onm  True  Ghost  Story. 

April  Sixteenth 

Youngsters,  in  their  repentant  moments,  con- 
sider their  sins  much  more  serious  than  they 
really  are.  — Thrown  Away. 

[43] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

y^y^y^Wi^yi^'Ki^'j^xiKyt^yi^y^V^  >^*  >^  ViV  hv  vj<  V|< 

April  Seventeenth 

Humans  resemble  red-deer  in  some  respects. 
Any  talk  of  fighting  seems  to  wake  up  a  sort 
of  imp  in  their  breasts,  and  they  bell  one  to  the 
other,  exactly  like  challenging  bucks.  This  is 
noticeable  even  in  men  who  consider  themselves 
superior  to  privates  of  the  line;  it  shows  the 
refining  influence  of  civilization  and  the  march 
of  progress.  — The  Solid  Muldoon. 

April  Eighteenth 

Depend  upon  it,  Solomon  would  never  have 
built  altars  to  Ashtaroth  and  all  those  ladies 
with  queer  names,  if  there  had  not  been  trouble 
of  some  kind  in  his  zenana,  and  nowhere  else. 
The  Bisara  of  Pooree. 

April  Nineteenth 

Get  your  stomach  straight  and  all  the  rest 
follows.  And  all  that 's  French  for  a  liver 
pill.  — The  Phantom  ^Rickshaw. 

April  Twentieth 

Some  people  have  a  gift  which  secures  them 
infinite  toleration,  and  others  have  not. 

At  the  Pifs  Mouth, 

[44] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 
v;v  vjv  vjv  v?<  >|K-  v?<  >^'  v?v  vj>f  /^  >;v  v;v  vjVTj?^  v;v  y^  >{V  VJ< 

April  Twenty-first 

He  certainly  managed  to  compass  the  hardest 
thing  that  a  man  who  has  drunk  heavily  can  do. 
He  took  his  peg  and  wine  at  dinner ;  but  he 
never  drank  alone,  and  never  let  what  he  drank 
have  the  least  hold  on  him.  — In  Error. 

April  Twenty-second 

An  a  maiden  showed  me  grace, 
Four-and-forty  times  would  I 

Sing  the  Lovers'  Litany: 

"Love  like  ours  can  never  die !" 

The  Lovers^  Litany. 

April  Twenty-third 

It  Is  a  curious  thing  that,  when  a  man  hates 
or  loves  beyond  reason,  he  Is  ready  to  go  beyond 
reason  to  gratify  his  feelings.  Which  he  would 
not  do  for  money  or  power  merely. 

The  Btsara  of  Pooree. 

April  Twenty-fourth 

Never  show  a  woman  that  ye  care  the  snap  av 
a  finger  for  her,  an'  begad  she  '11  come  bleatin' 
to  your  boot-heels. 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

[45] 


FROM   DAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

April  Twenty-fifth 

Whoile  me  fistes  are  me  own  they  're  strong 
enough  for  all  work  I  have  to  do. — Black  Jack, 

April  Twenty-sixth 

A  honeymoon  is  seldom  long;  but  there  is 
nothing  to  hinder  a  couple  from  extending  it 
over  two  or  three  years. — Bi^  Word  of  Mouth. 

April  Twenty-seventh 

When  the  birds  are  gone,  what  need  to  keep 
the  nest.'*  — Without  Benefit  of  Clergy, 

April  Twenty-eighth 

Before  a  meal  tobacco  is  good. 

Dray  Wara  Yow  Dee, 

April  Twenty-ninth 

East  of  Suez,  some  hold,  the  direct  control 
of  Providence  ceases. — The  Mark  of  the  Beast, 

April  Thirtieth 

To  each  man  his  own  god,  and  the  fire  or 
Mother  Earth  for  us  all  at  the  last. 

Namgay  Doola. 

[  46  ] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

MAY 

IN  SPRINGTIME 

My  garden  blazes  brightly  with  the  rose-bush 
and  the  peach, 
And  the  ko'il  sings  above  it,  in  the  siris  by  the 
well; 
From    the    creeper-covered    trellis    comes    the 
squirrel's  chattering  speech, 
And  the  blue-jay  screams  and  flutters  where 
the  cheery  sat-bhai  dwell. 
But  the  rose  has   lost  its   fragrance,   and  the 
ko'iVs  note  is  strange; 
I  am  sick  of  endless  sunshine,  sick  of  blos- 
som-burdened bough. 
Give  me  back  the  leafless  woodlands  where  the 
winds  of  Springtime  range — 
Give  me  back  one  day  in  England,  for  it 's 
Spring  in  England  now ! 
Through  the  pines  the  gusts  are  booming,  o'er 
the  brown  fields  blowing  chill. 
From  the  furrow  of  the  plowshare  streams 
the  fragrance  of  the  loam. 
And  the  hawk   nests   on   the  cliff'-side  and   the 
jackdaw  in  the  hill. 
And  my  heart  is  back  in  England  'mid  the 
sights  and  sounds  of  Home. 

[4T] 


FROM   DAY   TO   DAY   WITH   KIPLING 

Viv  viv  yjv  viv  viv  wv  v^v  v^  v^  >?<  vi»c  >jy  v?<  v?^  vj«c  >;<  >j*(  >?< 

But  the  garland  of  the  sacrifice  this  wealth  of 
rose  and  peach  is ; 
Ah!    koilf    little   Jco'il,    singing   on    the    siris 
bough, 
In  my  ears  the  knell  of  exile  your  ceaseless  bell- 
like speech  is — 
Can   you  tell  me   aught  of  England  or   of 
Spring  in  England  now? 

May  First 

All  the  thinkin'  in  the  world  is  n't  like  kissin'. 
Drums  of  the  Fore  and  Aft. 

May  Second 

I  am  dying  for  you,  and  you  are  dying  for 
another.  — Punjabi  Proverb, 

May  Third 

A  gentleman  who  does  not  know  the  Circas- 
sian Circle  ought  not  to  stand  up  for  it — 
puttin'  everybody  out. 

The  Daughter  of  the  Regiment, 

May  Fourth 

Friend  that  sticketh  closer  than  a  brother — ■ 
eight  years.  Dashed  slip  of  a  girl — eight  weeks ! 
And — where  's  your  friend  ? 

With  Any  Amazement, 

[48] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 
yfKif^y^  'Ak  y^K '^  w;<  y^  >?<7?«:7^c  v?vv;v  >ivv*v>jvvj*c  j^ 

May  Fifth 

The  toad  beneath  the  harrow  knows 
Exactly  where  each  tooth-point  goes. 
The  butterfly  upon  the  road 
Preaches  contentment  to  that  toad. 

Pagett,  M,  P. 
May  Sixth 

He  hoped,  on  his  return,  to  bring  her  a 
present  worthy  of  her  acceptance.  Would  she 
wait?  Certainly  she  would.  Her  Mamma 
would  help  her  to  wait. 

Wressley  of  the  Foreign  Ofpce. 

May  Seventh 

I  called  mesilf  a  blayguard  for  thinkin'  such 
things ;  but  I  thought  thim  all  the  same.  An' 
that,  mark  you,  is  the  way  av  a  man. 

The  Solid  Muldoon, 

May  Eighth 

Every  one  is  more  or  less  mad  on  one  point. 
On  the  Strength  of  a  Likeness, 

May  Ninth 

Glory  's  no   compensation   for   a  belly-ache. 
The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

[49] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

T^ynyfK'A'K  viv  viv  viv  viv  y|v  viv  >^'  >?<  y^K  y^  v^-  >;v  >jv  v?^ 

May  Tenth 

I  was  a  corp'ril  then — rejuced  aftherwards; 
but  a  corp'ril  then.  I  've  got  a  photograft  av 
mesilf  to  prove  ut. 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

May  Eleventh 

The  spelHng  was  not  above  reproach,  but  the 
sentiments  must  have  been  most  satisfactory. 

Only  a  Subaltern. 

May  Twelfth 

There  are  more  ways  of  running  a  horse  to 
suit  your  book  than  pulling  his  head  off  in  the 
straight.     Some  men  forget  this. 

The  Broken  Link  Handicap, 

May  Thirteenth 

I  've  forgotten  who  the  man  was — he  was  an 
ordinary  sort  of  man — man  you  meet  any  day, 
and  go  away  and  forget  about. 

Bitters  Neat. 

May  Fourteenth 

Few  lips  would  be  moved  to  song  if  they 
could  find  a  sufficiency  of  kissing. 

A  Conference  of  the  Powers. 

[50] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

May  Fifteenth 

Little  Blind  Fish,  thou  art  marveious  wise, 
Little  Blind  Fish,  who  put  out  thy  eyes? 
Open  thy  ears  while  I  whisper  my  wish: 
Bring  me  a  lover,  thou  little  Blind  Fish. 
The  Charm  of  the  Bisara. 

May  Sixteenth 

On  top  o'  my  ambitiousness  there  was  an 
empty  place  in  my  sowl,  an'  me  own  opinion  av 
mesilf  cud  not  fill  ut. 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

May  Seventeenth 

The  girl  refused  to  be  made  unhappy.     "We 
are  both  miserable  as  it  is,"  said  she.     "What 
is   the   use   of   trying   to   make   things    worse? 
Let 's  find  things  to  do,  and  forget  things." 
The  Light  that  Failed. 

May  Eighteenth 

Ere  the  voyage  was  ended,  both  she  and  I 
were  desperately  and  unreasoningly  in  love  with 
one  another.  Heaven  knows  that  I  can  make 
the  admission  now  without  one  particle  of  van- 
ity. In  matters  of  this  sort  there  is  always  one 
who  gives  and  one  who  accepts. 

The  Phantom  'Rickshaw, 

[51] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

i^  X4X  >^x  x^  X^  >?K  >»x  >J?^  >JV  y^K*  >J<  >J<  >J«^  >;<  VJt^  >J»C  >JV  >|< 

May  Nineteenth 

No  woman  likes  being  made  love  through  in- 
stead of  to. — On  the  Strength  of  a  Likeness. 

May  Twentieth 

The  work  is  with  us,  the  event  is  with  Allah-— 
as  Orde  used  to  say  when  he  was  more  than 
usually  in  hot  water. — The  Head  of  the  District. 

May  Twenty-first 

Kape  away  from  a  man  that  has  been  a 
thrifle  crossed  in  love  till  the  fever  's  died  down. 
He  rages  like  a  brute  baste. 

The  Solid  Muldoon. 

May  Twenty-second 

Be  careful  how  you  back  another  young  fool's 
bill,  and  if  you  fall  in  love  with  a  woman  twenty 
years  older  than  yourself,  don't  tell  me  about 
it,  that 's  all.  — Only  a  Subaltern. 

May  Twenty-third 

"This  I  have  read  in  a  book,"  he  said,  "and 
that  was  told  to  me ; 
And  this   I  have  thought  that  another  man 
thought  of  a  Prince  in  Muscovy." 

Tomlinson, 

[62] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

>?v  >|v  >?vvj<  >^'  y^yfs:yfK  7^  y^s,  /(v  >|v  v^y^  w^  y^v  >j»c  vjv 

May  Twenty-fourth 

I  saw  that  look  on  her  face  which  comes  only 
once  or  twice  m  a  lifetime — when  a  woman  is 
perfectly  happy  and  the  air  is  full  of  trumpets 
and  gorgeously  colored  fire,  and  the  earth  turns 
into  cloud  because  she  loves  and  is  loved. 

Fals?  Daxvn, 

May  Twenty-fifth 

He  was  not  content  with  falling  Into  love 
quietly,  but  brought  all  the  strength  of  his 
miserable  little  nature  into  the  business.  If  he 
had  not  been  so  objectionable,  one  might  have 
pitied  him.  — The  Bisara  of  Pooree. 

May  Twenty-sixth 

The  girls  of  America  are  above  and  beyond 
them  all.  They  are  clever,  they  can  talk — yea, 
it  is  said  that  they  think.  Certainly  they  have 
an  appearance  of  so  doing  which  is  delightfully 
deceptive.  — American  Politics. 

May  Twenty-seventh 

The  three-year-olds  know  little  an'  care  less ; 
an'  where  there  's  no  fear  there  's  no  danger. 
The  Taking  of  Lungtungpcn, 

[53] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

?|5TiK>?*c  yfi.y^y^}^  v^  v?<  >^  >?v  v?<  7^y;<  y^  v^k  y^y^K 

May  Twenty-eighth 

I  understood  why  the  Lords  of  Life  and 
Death  shut  the  doors  so  carefully  behind  us. 
It  is  that  we  may  not  remember  our  first  woo- 
ings.  Were  it  not  so,  our  world  would  be  with- 
out inhabitants  in  a  hundred  years. 

The  Finest  Story  in  the  World, 

May  Twenty-ninth 

Sing,  for  Faith  and  Hope  are  high — 
None  so  true  as  you  and  I — 
Sing  the  Lovers'  Litany: — 
"Love  like  ours  can  never  die !" 

The  Lovers'*  Litany. 

May  Thirtieth 

I  have  seen  fire-balloons  by  the  hundred,  I 
have  seen  the  moon,  and — then  I  saw  no  more 
fire-balloons.       — Without  Benefit  of  Clergy. 

May  Thirty-first 

I  wint  out  to  think,  an'  I  did  a  powerful  lot 
av  thinkin',  but  ut  all  came  roun'  to  that  shlip 
av  a  girl  in  the  spotted  blue  dhress,  wid  the 
blue  eyes  an'  the  sparkil  in  them. 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

[54] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

JUNE 

THE  EDEN  ROSE 

Fair  Eve  knelt  close  to  the  guarded  gate  in  the 

hush  of  an  Eastern  spring, 
She   saw   the  flash   of   the   Angel's    sword,   the 

gleam  of  the  Angel's  wing; 
And  because  she  was  so  beautiful,  and  because 

she  could  not  see 
How  fair  were  the  pure  white  cyclamens  crushed 

dying  at  her  knee, 

He  plucked  her   a   rose   from   the  Eden   Tree 

where  the  four  great  rivers  met, 
A  rose  still  breathing  of  Paradise,  with  never 

a  thorn  of  regret; 
And  though  for  many  a  cycle  past  that  Rose  in 

the  dust  hath  lain 
With  her   who   bore  it  upon   her  breast  when 

she  passed  from  grief  and  pain, 

There  was  never  a  daughter  of  Eve,  but  once, 

ere  the  tale  of  her  years  be  done, 
Shall  she  know  the  scent  of  the  Eden  Rose,  but 

once  beneath  the  sun; 
Though  the  years  may  bring  her  joy  or  pain, 

fame,  sorrow,  or  sacrifice. 
The  hour  that  brought  her   the   scent  of  the 

Rose  she  lived  in  Paradise! 

[55] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

vj»«  >j<  >j*k  >^  vjvviy  vjy  >^  v^v  Viv  viv  y|v  y^^K^^  -/(<  xfK  ^f^y^ 

June  First 

Singing'  and  murmuring  in  your  f eastful  mirth, 

Joying  to  find  yourself  alive ; 
Lord  over  Nature,  Lord  of  the  visible  Earth, 

Lord  of  the  senses  five. 

The  Phantom  'Rickshaw, 

June  Second 

Lie  to  God  and  the  Prophet,  but  to  a  woman 
ye  cannot  lie. 

Dray  Wara  Yow  Dee, 

June  Third 

Bein'  fwhat  I  am,  I  'm  Privit  Mulvaney,  wid 
no  good-conduc'  pay  an'  a  devourin'  thirst. 
The  Taking  of  Lungtungpen, 

June  Fourth 

People  take  a  pride  in  marrying  when  they 
please — not  when  they  can. 

His  Chance  in  Life, 

June  Fifth 

Excepting,  always,  falling  off  a  horse,  there 
is  nothing  more  fatally  easy  than  marriage. 
In  the  Pride  of  His  Youth, 

[56] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

June  Sixth 

Now,  if  you  must  marry,  take  care  she  Is  old, 
For  beauty  won't  help  if  your  victuals  is  cold, 
An'  love  ain't  enough  for  a  soldier. 

The  Young  British  Soldier, 

June  Seventh 

This  Is  worth  remembering:  Speaking  to,  or 
crying  over,  a  husband  never  did  any  good  yet. 
Three  and — an  Extra. 

June  Eighth 

There  's  a  time  for  all  things,  an'  I  know  how 
to  kape  all  things  in  place. 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

June  Ninth 

Not  for  nothing  Is  a  man  permitted  to  ally 
himself  to  the  wrong  woman.  The  first  pang — 
the  first  sense  of  things  lost  Is  but  the  prelude 
to  the  play,  for  the  very  just  Providence  who 
delights  In  causing  pain  has  decreed  that  the 
agony  shall  return,  and  that  in  the  midst  of 
keenest  pleasure.  They  know  this  pain  equally 
who  have  forsaken  or  been  forsaken  by  the  love 
of  their  Hfe.  —The  Light  that  Failed. 

[57] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

Xjx  xix  x^x  xjx  xix  )t^\  xjx  x^  x^x  xi*k  y^  y^x  x^^jx  x^  >^x  x**c  >5^ 

June  Tenth 

Your  Gods  and  mj  Gods — do  you  or  I  know 
which  is  the  stronger?         — Native  Proverb, 

June  Eleventh 

In  the  days  av  me  youth,  as  I  have  more  than 
wanst  tould  you,  I  was  a  man  that  filled  the 
eye  an'  delighted  the  sowl  of  women. 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

June  Twelfth 

She  was  a  little  afraid  at  first,  and  felt  as  if 
she  had  taken  hold  of  a  lightning-flash  by  the 
tail,  and  did  not  quite  know  what  to  do  with  it. 

Consequences, 

June  Thirteenth 

There  is  hope  for  a  man  who  gets  publicly 
and  riotously  drunk  more  often  than  he  ought 
to  do ;  but  there  is  no  hope  for  the  man  who 
drinks  secretly  and  alone  in  his  own  house — 
the  man  who  is  never  seen  to  drink. 

In  Error. 
June  Fourteenth 

Did  I  iver  tell  you  that  I  was  wanst  more  av 
a  divil  than  I  am  now? — The  Solid  Muldoon, 

[58] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

June  Fifteenth 

Men  are  licensed  to  stumble,  but  a  clever 
woman's  mistake  is  outside  the  regular  course 
of  Nature  and  Providence ;  since  all  good  people 
know  that  a  woman  is  the  only  infallible  thing 
in  this  world. — The  Education  of  Otis  Yeere. 

June  Sixteenth 

Dribble — dribble — trickle — trickle — 

What  a  lot  of  raw  dust! 
Mj  dollie  's  had  an  accident 

And  out  came  all  the  sawdust ! 

Nursery  Rhyme, 

June  Seventeenth 

By  the  hollow  of  Hiven,  I  could  play  wid 
four  women  at  wanst,  an'  kape  thim  from  findin' 
out  annything  about  the  other  three,  an'  smile 
like  a  full-blown  marigold  through  ut  all. 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

June  Eighteenth 

She  did  not  understand  one  little  tiling  about 
them,  but  she  acted  as  if  she  did.  Men  have 
married  on  that  sort  of  error  before  now. 

Wressley  of  the  Foreign  Office. 

[59] 


J'ROM   DAV   to    DAY   WITH    ICIPLIN6 

1^  y^ii.  y^TjffK^^  y^y^y^y^Ki^yii:  y^y^i^  >?<  >j<"  v^  >k 

June  Nineteenth 

Oh,  this  I  have  felt,  and  this  I  have  guessed, 
and  this  I  have  heard  men  say ; 

And  this  they  wrote  that  another  man  wrote  of 
a  carl  in  Norroway.       — Tomlinson, 

June  Twentieth 

Mrs.  Jennett  objected  to  the  goat  on  the 
grounds  that  he  was  un-Christian, — which  he 
certainly  was.  .  .  .  Nothing  is  sacred  to  a 
billy  goat.  — The  Light  that  Failed. 

June  Twenty-first 

So  he  went  menowderin',  an'  minanderin',  an' 
blandandherin'  roun'  an'  about  the  colonel's 
daughter,  an'  she,  poor  innocent,  lookin'  at  him 
like  a  comm'ssariat  bullock  looks  at  the  comp'ny 
cook.  — The  God  from  the  Machine. 

June  Twenty-second 

"One  of  your  many  claims  to  my  regard  is 
that  you  have  never  mentioned  your  husband." 

"No ;  and  as  long  as  he  is  where  he  is  I  have 
not  the  least  intention  of  doing  so." 

Mrs.  Hauksbee  Sits  Out, 

[60] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

June  Twenty-third 

Shakespeare  says  something  about  worms,  or 
it  may  be  giants  or  beetles,  turning  if  you  tread 
on  them  too  severely.  The  safest  plan  is  never 
to  tread  on  a  worm.         — His  Wedded  Wife. 

June  Twenty-fourth 

Oh,  my  time  past,  whin  I  put  me  fut  through 
iv'ry  livin'  wan  av  the  Tin  Commandmints  be- 
tween revelly  and  lights  out,  blew  the  froth  off 
a  pewter,  wiped  me  mustache  wid  the  back  av 
me  hand,  an'  slept  on  ut  all  as  quiet  as  a  little 
child !  — The  Solid  Muldoon. 

June  Twenty-fifth 

To-night  God  knows  what  thing  shall  tide, 
The  Earth  is  racked  and  faint — 

Expectant,   sleepless,  open-eyed; 

And  we,  who  from  the  Earth  were  made, 
Thrill  with  our  Mother's  pain. 

In  Durance, 

June  Twenty-sixth  ^   . 

There  are  few  things  sweeter  in  this  world 
than  the  guileless,  hot-headed,  intemperate, 
open  admiration  of  a  junior. 

The  Finest  Story  in  the  World. 

[61] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

yiv  viv  yjy  vjv  yjv  y^v  v^y  vjv  v^  v?v  v|v  >;<>?<  >l^  >?vv^  v?<>^ 

June  Twenty-seventh 

I  have  been  young,  an'  for  why  should  I  not 
have  tuk  what  I  cud?  — Black  Jack. 

June  Twenty-eighth 

After  marriage  comes  a  reaction,  sometimes 
a  big,  sometimes  a  little  one ;  but  it  comes  sooner 
or  later,  and  must  be  tided  over  by  both  parties 
if  they  desire  the  rest  of  their  hves  to  go  with 
the  current.  — Three  and — an  Extra, 

June  Twenty-ninth 

From  a  mere  woman,  she  grew  to  be  an  insti- 
tution, inasmuch  that  no  young  man  could  be 
said  to  be  properly  formed,  who  had  not,  at 
some  time  or  another,  worshiped  at  the  shrine. 

Venus  Annodomini, 

June  Thirtieth 

He  held  peculiar  notions  as  to  the  wooing  of 
girls.  He  said  that  the  best  work  of  a  man's 
career  should  be  laid  reverently  at  their  feet. 
Ruskin  writes  something  like  this  somewhere, 
I  think;  but  in  ordinary  life  a  few  kisses  are 
better  and  save  time. 

Wressley  of  the  Foreign  Office, 

[62] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

JULY 

"FUZZY-WUZZY" 

We  've  fought  with  many  men  acrost  the  seas, 
An'  some  of  'em  was  brave  an'  some  was  not: 
The  Paythan  an'  the  Zulu  an'  Burmese; 
But  the  Fuzzy  was  the  finest  o'  the  lot. 
We  never  got  a  ha'porth's  change  of  'im ; 

'E  squatted  in  the  scrub  an'  'ocked  our  'orses, 
'E  cut  our  sentries  up  at  Sua/cim, 

An'   'e  played   the   cat  an'   banjo  with   our 
forces. 
So  'ere  's  to  you,  Fuzzy-Wuzzy,  at  your 

'ome  in  the  Sowdan ; 
You  're  a  pore  benighted  'eathen  but  a 

first-class  fightin'  man ; 
We  gives  you  your  certifikit,  an'  if  you 

want  it  signed, 
We  '11  come  an'  'av  a  romp  w  ith  you  when- 
ever you  're  inclined. 

We  took  our  chanst  among  the  Kyber  'ills, 

The  Boers  knocked  us  silly  at  a  mile, 
The  Burman  guv  us  Irriwaddy  chills. 

An'  a  Zulu  impi  dished  us  up  in  style: 
But  all  we  ever  got  from  such  as  they 

Was  pop  to  what  the  Fuzzy  made  us  swaller ; 
We  'eld  our  bloomin'  own,  the  papers  say. 

But  man  for  man  the  Fuzzy  knocked  us  'oiler. 

[63] 


FROM   DAY   TO   DAY   WITH   KIPLING 
1^  1^  1^  j^  j^  1^  j^  1^  1^  y(K  y^  1^  1^ 

Then  'ere  's  to  you,  Fuzzy- Wuzzy,  an'  the 

missis  and  the  kid ; 
Our  orders  was  to  break  you,  an'  of  course 

we  went  an'  did. 
We  sloshed  you  with  Martinis,  an'  it  was  n't 

hardly  fair; 
But  for  all  the  odds  agin  you,  Fuzzy-Wuz, 

you  bruk  the  square. 

'E  'as  n't  got  no  papers  of  'is  own, 

'E  'as  n't  got  no  medals  nor  rewards, 
So  we  must  certify  the  skill  'e  's  shown 

In  usin'  of  'is  long  two-'anded  swords: 
W^hen  'e  's  'oppin'  in  an'  out  among  the  bush 

With  'is  coffin-'eaded  shield  an'  shovel-spear, 
A  'appy  day  with  Fuzzy  on  the  rush 
Will  last  a  'ealthy  Tommy  for  a  year. 

So  'ere  's  to  you.  Fuzzy- Wuzzy,  an'  your 

friends  which  is  no  more, 
If  we  'ad  n't  lost  some  messmates  we  would 

'elp  you  to  deplore ; 
But  give  an'  take  's  the  gospel,  an'  we  '11 

call  the  bargain  fair, 
For  if  you  'ave  lost  more  than  us,  you 
crumpled  up  the  square ! 

'E  rushes  at  the  smoke  when  we  let  drive. 

An',  before  we  know,  'e  's  'ackin'  at  our  'ead ; 
'E  's  all  'ot  sand  an'  ginger  when  alive, 

[64] 


JROi\r    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

An'  'e  ^s  generally  shammin'  when  he  's  dead. 
'E  's  a  daisy,  'e  's  a  ducky,  'e  's  a  lamb! 
'E  's  a  in j la-rubber  idiot  on  the  spree, 
'E  's  the  on'y  thing  that  does  n't  care  a  damn 
For  a  Regiment  o'  British  Infantry. 

So  'ere 's  to  you,  Fuzzy-Wuzzy,  at  your 

'ome  in   the   Sowdan ; 
You  're  a  pore  benighted  'eathen  but  a  first- 
class  fightin'  man ; 
An'  'ere  's  to  you,  Fuzzy-Wuzzy,  with  your 

'ayrick  'ead  of  'air — 
You  big  black  boundin'  beggar — for  you 
bruk  a  British  square. 

July  First 

Spirit  of  Fire,  where'er  Thy  altars  rise, 
Thou  art  Light  of  Guidance  to  our  eyes ! 
Salsette  Boat-Song. 

July  Second 

If  my  feet  fail  me,  O  Heart  of  my  Heart, 
am  I  to  blame,  being  blinded  by  the  glimpse  of 
your  beauty? — The  Love-Song  of  Har  Dyal. 

July  Third 

He  thought  he  could  do  everything  well; 
which  is  a  beautiful  behef  when  you  hold  it 
with  all  your  heart.  — Consequeiices. 

[65] 


FROM    DAY    TO   DAY   WITH    KIPIJNG 

i^fK'j^)^  X4X  Ai*.  x*x  ^4\  X4X  :^p<  Mifi.  x^  i^  yf<)^  xfK  j^  X|»c  .^ 

July  Fourth 

Hurrah!  hurrah!  a  soldier's  life  for  me! 
Shout,  boys,  shout!  for  it  makes  you  jolly  and 
free. 

The  Ramrod  Corps, 

July  Fifth 

Oh,  none  may  reach  by  hired  speech  of  neighbor, 

priest,  and  kin. 
Through  borrowed  deed  to   God's   good  meed 

that  lies  so  far  within. 

Tomlinson, 

July  Sixth 

How  can  a  man  who  has  never  married;  who 
cannot  be  trusted  to  pick  up  at  sight  a  moder- 
ately sound  horse;  whose  head  is  hot  and  up- 
set with  visions  of  domestic  felicity,  go  about 
the  choosing  of  a  wife?  He  cannot  see  straight 
or  think  straight  if  he  tries ;  and  the  same  dis- 
advantages exist  in  the  case  of  a  girl's  fancies. 
But  when  mature,  married,  and  discreet  people 
arrange  a  match  between  a  boy  and  a  girl,  they 
do  it  sensibly,  with  a  view  to  the  future,  and 
the  young  couple  live  happily  ever  afterward. 
As  everybody  knows. 

Kidnaped. 

[66] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

>Jy-  V^'  VJV  V^  V^'  VJV  V^V  VJV  >^X  >*^  X^  X**k  >?«;  yjK  yJVVJVVW  V^k 

July  Seventh 

Av  I  did  n't  shave,  I  wud  be  tormlnted  wid  an 
outrajis  thurrst ;  for  there's  nothin'  so  dhryin' 
to  the  throat  as  a  big  billy-goat  beard  waggin' 
undher  the  chin.       — The  Big  Drunk  Draf\ 

July  Eighth 

I  was  only  gettin'  at  ut  my  own  way,  as  Popp 
Doggie  said  whin  they  found  him  thrying  to 
ram  a  cartridge  down  the  muzzle. 

The  Solid  Muldoon. 

July  Ninth 

When  young  lips  have  drunk  deep  of  the 
bitter  waters  of  Hate,  Suspicion,  and  Despair, 
all  the  love  in  the  world  will  not  wholly  take 
away  that  knowledge;  though  it  may  turn 
darkened  eyes  for  awhile  to  the  light,  and  teach 
Faith  where  no  Faith  was. 

Baa,  Baa,  Black  Sheep. 

July  Tenth 

I  hate  and  fear  snakes,  because  if  you  look 
into  the  eyes  of  any  snake  you  will  see  that  it 
knows  all  and  more  of  man's  fall,  and  that  it 
feels  all  the  contempt  that  the  devil  felt  when 
Adam  was  evicted  from  Eden. 

The  Recrudescence  of  Imray. 

[67] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

July  Eleventh 

He  was  in  a  high  fever  while  he  was  writing, 
and  the  blood-and-thunder  magazine  diction  he 
adopted  did  not  calm  him. 

The  Phantom  ^Rickshaw. 

July  Twelfth 

There  are  not  many  happinesses  so  complete 
as  those  that  are  snatched  under  the  shadow  of 
the  sword.         — Without  Benefit  of  Clergy. 

July  Thirteenth 

I  was  the  offender,  and  I  knew  it.  That 
knowledge  transformed  my  pity  into  passive  en- 
durance and,  eventually,  into  blind  hate — the 
same  instinct,  I  suppose,  which  prompts  a  man 
to  savagely  stamp  on  the  spider  he  has  but  half 
killed.  — The  Phantom  ^Rickshaw, 

July  Fourteenth 

He  was  busy  in  office  all  day,  and  never  both- 
ered his  head  about  women.  No  man  ever 
dreamed  he  would.  He  was  of  a  type  that 
does  n't  marry,  just  because  it  does  n't  think 
about  marriage.  He  was  one  of  the  plain  cards, 
whose  only  use  is  to  make  up  the  pack  and 
furnish  background  to  put  the  court  cards 
against.  — Bitters  Neat, 

[68] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

July  Fifteenth 

An'    if   sometimes    our    conduc'    is  n't    all   your 

fancy  paints, 
Why,  single  men  in  barricks  don't  grow  into 

plaster  saints.  — Tommy. 

July  Sixteenth 

Ye  're  a  bowld  man,  a  very  bowld  man.  But 
I  'm  a  bowld  man  tu.  — Black  Jack. 

July  Seventeenth 

Eyah!  Those  days,  those  days!  Did  you 
iver  have  onendin'  devilment  an'  nothin'  to  pay 
for  it  in  your  life,  sorr.'^ 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

July  Eighteenth 

Because  she  was  cold  and  hard,  he  said  she 
was  stately  and  dignified ;  because  she  had  no 
brains  and  could  not  talk  cleverly,  he  said  she 
was  reserved  and  shj-^ ;  because  she  was  unworthy 
of  honor  or  reverence  from  any  one,  he  rever- 
enced her  from  a  distance  and  dowered  her  with 
all  the  virtues  in  the  Bible  and  most  of  those  in 
Shakespeare.  ■ — In  Error. 

[69] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

July  Nineteenth 

In  most  big  undertakings,  one  or  two  men 
do  the  work  while  the  rest  sit  near  and  talk 
till  the  ripe  decorations  begin  to  fall. 

Wressley  of  the  Foreign  Office. 

July  Twentieth 

I  am  av  the  opinion  of  Polonius  whin  he  said : 
"Don't  fight  wid  iv'ry  scutt  for  the  pure  joy 
av  fightin';  but  av  you  do,  knock  the  nose  av 
him  first  an'  frequint." 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

July  Twenty-fiest 

He  must  have  guessed   that  he  needed   the 
white  light  of  local  color  on  his  palette.     This 
is  a  dangerous  paint  for  amateurs  to  play  with. 
Wressley  of  the  Foreign  Office, 

July  Twenty-second 

Never  praise  a  sister  to  a  sister,  in  the  hope 
of  your  compliments  reaching  the  proper  ears, 
and  so  preparing  the  way  for  you  later  on. 
Sisters  are  women  first,  and  sisters  afterwards ; 
and  you  will  find  that  you  do  yourself  harm. 

False  Dawn, 

[70] 


FROM    l)x\Y    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

July  Twenty-third 

Shun — shun  the  Bowl !    That  fatal,  facile  drink 
Has    ruined   many   geese   that   dipped   their 
quills  in  't ; 
Bribe,  murder,  marry,  but  steer  clear  of  Ink 
Save  when   you   write   receipts    for   paid-up 
bills  in  't. 
There  may   be   silver   in   the   "blue-black" — all 
I  know  of  is  the  iron  and  the  gall. 

The  Man  who  could  Write. 

July  Twenty-fourth 

I  was  a  corp'ril  then.     I  was  rejuced  afther- 
ward,  but,  no  matther,  I  was  a  corp'ril  wanst. 
The  God  from  the  Machine, 

July  Twenty-fifth 

We  called  her  "Ould  Pummeloe,"  by  reason 
of  her  figure,  which  was  entirely  cir-cum-fe- 
ren-shill.    — The  Daughter  of  the  Regiment, 

July  Twenty-sixth 

When  little  boys  have  learned  a  new  bad  word 
they  are  never  happy  till  they  have  chalked  it 
up  on  a  door.     And  this  also  is  Literature. 

The  Phantom  'Rickshaw. 

[71] 


FROM   DAY    TO   DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

July  Twenty-seventh 

Ould  days  are  hard  to  bring  back  into  the 
mouth,  but  they  're  always  inside  the  head. 

Black  Jack. 

July  Twenty-eighth 

For  the  first  five  years  av  my  service,  whin 
I  was  what  I  wud  give  me  sowl  to  be  now,  I  tuk 
whativer  was  widin  my  reach  an'  digested  ut, 
an'  that 's  more  than  most  men  can  say. 

The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

July  Twenty-ninth 

He  'd  a  dhirty  Httle  scrub  av  a  black  mus- 
tache, an'  he  twisted  an'  turned  ivry  wurrd  he 
used  as  if  he  found  ut  too  sweet  for  to  spit  out. 
The  God  from  the  Machine, 

July  Thirtieth 

The  romances  of  Private  Ortheris  are  slightly 
too  daring  for  publication.       — Black  Jack. 

July  Thirty-first 

He  was  callow  all  over — like  a  canary  that 
had  not  finished  fledging  itself. 

The  Rescue  of  Pluffles, 

[72] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

7T5":?K>?<  >?<  y^  >?<  y^  viv  >?v  >j^  v^-  v;vvj<  v^v^v  viv  vjvviv 

AUGUST 

THE  VAMPIRE 

A  fool  there  was  and  he  made  his  prayer 

(Even  as  you  and  I!) 
To  a  rag  and  a  bone  and  a  hank  of  hair 
(We  called  her  the  woman  who  did  not  care), 
But  the  fool  he  called  her  his  lady  fair 

(Even  as  you  and  I!). 

Oh  the  years  we  waste  and  the  tears  we  waste 

And  the  work  of  our  head  and  hand 
Belong  to  the  woman  who  did  not  know 
(And  now  we  know  that  she  never  could  know) 
And  did  not  understand. 

A  fool  there  was  and  his  goods  he  spent 

(Even  as  you  and  I!) 
Honor  and  faith  and  a  sure  intent 
(And  it  was  n't  the  least  what  the  lady  meant), 
But  a  fool  must  follow  his  natural  bent 

(Even  as  you  and  I!). 

Oh  the  toil  we  lost  and  the  spoil  we  lost 

And  the  excellent  things  we  planned 
Belong  to  the  woman  who  did  n't  know  why 
(And  now  we  know  she  never  knew  why) 
And  did  not  understand. 

[73] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

y^Kiffs:}^  vj»c  vjv  vjv  v(v  >iv  v*v  viv  >^j  vjvvjvv^  y^v  y^v  yt<  >t< 

The  fool  was  stripped  to  his  foolish  hide 

(Even  as  you  and  I!) 
Which  she  might  have  seen  when  she  threw  him 

aside — • 
(But  it  is  n't  on  record  the  lady  tried) 
So  some  of  him  lived  but  the  most  of  him  died — 

(Even  as  you  and  I!). 

But  it  is  n't  the  shame  and  it  is  n't  the  blame 

That  stings  like  a  white-hot  brand. 
It 's  coming  to  know  that  she  never  knew  why 
(Seeing  at  last  she  could  never  know  why) 
And  never  could  understand. 

August  First 

There 's  no  pleasure  like  meeting  an  old 
friend,  except,  perhaps,  making  a  new  one. 

The  Enlightenments  of  Pagetty  M.P. 

August  Second 

I  was  the  imperor  av  the  earth  to  my  own 
mind,  an'  wan  or  tu  women  thought  the  same. 
Small  blame  to  thim.      — The  Solid  Muldoon. 

August  Third 

They  talk  o'  rich  folk  bein'  stuck  up  an'  gen- 
teel, but  for  cast-iron  pride  o'  respectability 
there  's  naught  like  poor  chapel  folk. 

On  Greenhow  Hill, 

[74] 


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August  Fourth 

We  walked  about  saying  nothing — because  we 
were  friends,  and  talking  spoils  good  tobacco. 
The  Mark  of  the  Beast. 

August  Fifth 

I  '11  wait  till  you  're  betther,  an'  thin  we  two 
will  talk  ut  out  umbrageous.     — Black  Jack. 

August  Sixth 

Responsibility  and  Success  make  an  intoxi- 
cating drink,  and  have  ruined  more  men  than 
ever  has  whisky.  — His  Chance  in  Life. 

August  Seventh 

You  are  over-engined  for  your  beam. 
The  Conversion  of  Aurelian  McGoggin. 

August  Eighth 

Heatherleigh  is  the  dearest  doctor  that  ever 
was,  and  his  invariable  prescription  to  all  his 
patients  is,  "Lie  low,  go  slow,  and  keep  cool." 
He  says  that  more  men  are  killed  by  overwork 
than  the  importance  of  this  world  justifies. 
The  Phantom  'Rickshaw, 

[75] 


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y^frff^  y^K  v^  v;y  Vjv  v;y  y^  y^K  x^  x^k  x^  xix^>jv  y^x  xjx  x^x  x^x 

August  Ninth 

Too  much  work  and  too  much  energy  kill  a 
man  just  as  effectively  as  too  much  assorted 
vice  or  too  much  drink.         — Thrown  Away. 

August  Tenth 

He 's  dead  now,  but  good  he  was  while  he 
lasted.  — Black  Jack. 

August  Eleventh 

I  did  not  want  to  lave  annything  behin'  me 
whin  an  honust  wurrd  cud  ha'  cleared  all  up. 
There  's  nothin'  like  opin-speakin'. 

The  Solid  Muldoon. 

August  Twelfth 

Understand  clearly  that  all  racing  is  rotten 
— as  everything  connected  with  losing  money 
must  be.  — The  Broken  Link  Handicap. 

August  Thirteenth 

Suicide  is  shirking  your  work.  If  I  was  Job 
ten  times  over,  I  should  be  so  interested  in  what 
was  going  to  happen  next  that  I  'd  stay  on  and 
watch.  — At  the  End  of  the  Passage. 

[76] 


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August  Fourteenth 

You  can  sometimes  ride  an  old  horse  in  a 
halter ;  but  never  a  colt. 

The  Conversion   of  AureVwn  McGoggin. 

August  Fifteenth 

We  rose  to  our  feet,  feeling  that  something 
was  going  to  happen  and  ready  to  believe  the 
worst.  — His  Wedded  Wife. 

August  Sixteenth 

He  was  not  a  horsey  man,  but  he  liked  people 
to  believe  he  had  been  once ;  otherwise  he  was 
painfully  religious.  — Watches  of  the  Night. 

August  Seventeenth 

If  you  hit  a  pony  over  the  nose  at  the  out- 
set of  your  acquaintance,  he  may  not  love  you, 
but  he  will  take  a  deep  Interest  in  your  move- 
ments ever  afterwards.  — False  Dawn. 

August  Eighteenth 

I  may  be  introduced  to  the  other  world 
against  my  will,  but  I  know  my  duty  to  tliis, 
as  long  as  I  stay  in  it. 

For  One  Night  Only, 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

)^ yf< y^ \^ 'j^ y^ '/i< '/;k yi< '/i^  y^ y^ y^yfK  >jv >;< v?vvj< 

August  Nineteenth 

I  aint  got  nothin',  nor  'e  'as  n't  neither. 

Black  Jack. 

August  Twentieth 

Overwork  's  only  murderous  idleness. 

The  Light  that  Failed, 

August  Twenty-first 

Personally  I  am  kind  to  the  great  gray  apes 
of  the  hills.  One  never  knows  when  one  may 
want  a  friend.  — The  Mark  of  the  Beast, 

August  Twenty-second 

He  was  not  nice  in  any  way.  He  had  no  re- 
spect for  the  pretty  public  and  private  lies  that 
make  life  a  little  less  nasty  than  it  is. 

The  Bronckhurst  Divorce  Case. 

August  Twenty-third 

Niver  a  swate  word  beyon'  ordinar'  did  I  get. 
"  'T  is  the  pervarsity  of  the  sect,"  sez  I  to  me- 
silf,  an'  give  me  cap  another  cock  on  me  head 
an'  straightened  me  back,  and  wint  off  as 
though  I  did  not  care. — The  Solid  Muldoori, 

[78] 


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August  Twenty-fourth 

"It 's  low,  mum,"  says  I,  "is  rats,  but  it 's  t' 
nature  of  a  dog ;  an'  soa  's  cuttin'  round  an' 
meetin'  another  dog  an'  passin'  t'  time  o'  day, 
an'  hevvin'  a  bit  of  a  turn-up  wi'  him  like  a 
Christian."  — Private  Learoyd's  Story. 

August  Twenty-fifth 

Being  deeply  impressed  with  the  doctrine  of 
Original  Sin,  she  could  not  believe  in  the  face 
of  appearances.  She  knew  too  much,  and 
jumped  to  the  wildest  conclusions. 

Watches  of  the  Night, 

August  Twenty-sixth 

The  Man  who  Knew  felt  that  he  was  justi- 
fied; but  believing  and  acting  on  a  belief  are 
quite  different  things. — The  Charm  of  Bisara. 

August  Twenty-seventh 

Can  thim  that  helps  others  help  thimselves  .'* 
Answer  me  that,  sorr ! — With  the  Main  Guard. 

August  Twenty-eighth 

We  all  cry,  even  tlie  worst  of  us. 

Mrs.  Haukshee  Sits-  Out, 

[79] 


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August  Twenty-ninth 

To  rear  a  boy  under  what  parents  call  the 
"sheltered  life  system"  is,  if  the  boy  must  go 
into  the  world  and  fend  for  himself,  not  wise. 
Unless  he  be  one  in  a  thousand  he  has  certainly 
to  pass  through  many  unnecessary  troubles ; 
and  may,  possibly,  come  to  extreme  grief  simply 
from  ignorance  of  the  proper  proportions  of 
things.  — Thrown  Away. 

August  Thirtieth 

In  the  lack  of  better  things  the  small  gossip 
of  a  servant's  hall  becomes  immensely  interest- 
ing, and  the  screwing  of  a  washer  on  a  tap  an 
event  to  be  talked  over  for  days. 

The  Light  that  Failed. 

August  Thirty-first 

While  the  snaffle  holds,  or  the  long-neck  stings, 
While  the  big  beam  tilts,  or  the  last  bell  rings. 
While  horses  are  horses  to  train  and  to  race, 
Then  women  and  wine  take  a  second  place 

For  me — for  me — 

While  a  short  ten-three 
Has  a  field  to  squander  or  fence  to  face. 

Song  of  the  G.  R. 

[80] 


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SEPTEMBER 

THE  SONG  OF  THE  BANJO 

You  could  n't  pack  a  Broadwood  half  a  mile — 

You  must  n't  leave  a  fiddle  in  the  damp — 
You  could  n't  raft  an  organ  up  the  Nile, 

And  play  it  in  an  Equatorial  swamp. 
/  travel  with  the  cooking-pots  and  pails — 

Fm  sandwiched  'tween  the  coffee  and  the  pork, 
And  when  the  dusty  column  checks  and  tails, 
You  should  hear  me  spur  the  rearguard  to 

a  walk ! 
With  my  ''Pilly-willy-mnky-winlcy  poppT' 

(O  it 's  any  tune  that  comes  into  my  head !) 
So  I  keep  'em  moving  till  they  drop ; 
So  I  play  'em  up  to  water  and  to  bed. 

In  the  silence  of  the  camp  before  the  fight 

When  it 's  good  to  make  your  will  and  say 
your  pra3^er, 
You  can  hear  my  strumpty-tumpty  overnight 

Explaining  ten  to  one  was  always  fair. 
I  'm  the  prophet  of  the  Utterly  Absurd, 

Of  the  Patently  Impossible  and  Vain — 
And   when   the   Thing   that   Could  n't   has    oc- 
curred. 

Give  me  time  to  change  my  leg  and  go  again. 

[81] 


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>!<>?<  >?<>?<  >?<  vjvvjvvTv  v*v  v^  viv  viv  viv  -M^'MiK  'j^'j^y^ 

With  my  ^^  Tump  a  -  tumpa  -  tumpa  -  turn  -  pa 
tump!'^ 
In  the  desert  where  the  dung-fed  camp- 
smoke  curled 
There  was  never  voice  before  us  till  I  led  our 
lonely  chorus, 
I — the  war-drum  of  the  White  Man  round 
the  world! 

By  the  bitter  road  the  Younger  Son  must  tread, 
Ere  he  win  to  hearth  and  saddle  of  his  own — 
'Mid  the  riot  of  the  shearers  at  the  shed, 

In  the  silence  of  the  herder's  hut  alone — 
In  the  twilight,  on  a  bucket  upside  down. 
Hear  me  babble  what  the  weakest  won't  con 
fess — ■ 
I  am  Memory  and  Torment — I  am  Town ! 
I  am  all  that  ever  went  with  evening  dress. 
With  my  **Tunka-tunka-tunka-tunka-tunk!'' 
(So  the  lights — the  London  Hghts — grov, 
near  and  plain !) 
So  I  rowel  'em  afresh  towards  the  Devil  and 
the  Flesh, 
Till  I  bring  my  broken  rankers  home  again. 

In  desire  of  many  marvels  over  sea. 

Where  the  new-raised  tropic  city  sweats  and 
roars, 
I  have  sailed  with  Young  Ulysses  from  the  quay 

[82] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

Till  the   anchor   rumbled  down   on   stranger 
shores. 
He  is  blooded  to  the  open  and  the  sky, 

He  is  taken  in  a  snare  that  shall  not  fail, 
He  shall  hear  me  singing  strongly,  till  he  die, 
Like  the  shouting  of  a  backstay  in  a  gale. 
With    my    *'H2ja!   Heeija!    Heeya!    Hullah! 

Hauir 
(O   the  green   that  thunders   aft   along  the 

deck!) 
Are  you  sick  o'  towns  and  men.^     You  must 

sign   and  sail  again, 
For  it 's  "Johnny  Bowlegs,  pack  your  kit  and 
trek!" 

Through   the   gorge   that   gives    the    stars    at 
noon-day  clear — 
Up  the  pass  that  packs  the  scud  beneath  our 
wheel — 
Round  the  bluff  that  sinks  her  thousand  fathom 
sheer — 
Down  the  valley  with  our  guttering  brakes 
asqueal ; 
Where  the  trestle  groans   and  quivers   in   the 
snow. 
Where  the  many-shedded  levels  loop  and  twine, 
So  I  lead  my  reckless  children  from  below 

Till  we  sing  the  Song  of  Roland  to  the  pine. 
With   my   ''Tinka-tinka-tinka-tinka'tink!' 

[83] 


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/^  y(K  x^  j^i\  )^  ii^  1^ '/^  VfK  ii^  1^  y^  yiK  >jr  Viv  vjv  •/;<  y^ 

(And  the  axe  has   cleared  the  mountain, 
croup  and  crest!) 
So  we  ride  the  iron  stalHons  down  to  drink, 
Through  the  canons  to  the  waters  of  the 
West! 

And  the  tunes  that  mean  so  much  to  you  alone — 
Common    tunes    that    make    you    choke    and 
blow  your  nose, 
Vulgar  tunes  that  bring  the  laugh  that  brings 
the  groan — 
I  can   rip  your  very  heartstrings   out  with 
those; 
With  the  feasting,  and  the  folly,  and  the  fun — 
And  the  lying,  and  the  lusting,  and  the  drink, 
And    the    merry    play    that    drops    you,    when 
you  're  done. 
To  the  thoughts  that  burn  like  irons  if  you 

think. 
With   my    *^Plunka-lunka-lunka-lunka-lunk!** 
Here  's  a  trifle  on  account  of  pleasure  past, 
Ere  the  wit  that  made  you  win  gives  you  eyes 
to  see  your  sin 
And  the  heavier  repentance  at  the  last. 

Let  the  organ  moan  her  sorrow  to  the  roof — 

I  have  told  the  naked  stars  the  grief  of  man. 
Let    the    trumpets  snare    the    foeman    to    the 
proof — 

[84] 


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I  have  known  Defeat,  and  mocked  it  as  we 
ran. 
My  bray  ye  may  not  alter  nor  mistake 

When    I    stand   to   jeer   the   fatted   Soul   of 
Things, 
But  the  Song  of  Lost  Endeavor  that  I  make, 
Is  it  hidden  in  the  twanging  of  the  strings? 
With  my  '^Ta-ra-rara-rara-ra-ra-rrrpf' 
(Is  it  naught  to  you  that  hear  and  pass  me 
by?) 
But  the  word — the  word  is  mine,  when   the 
order  moves  the  hne. 
And  the  lean,  locked  ranks  go  roaring  down 
to  die. 

The  grandam  of  my  grandam  was  the  Lyre — 

(O  the  blue  below  the  little  fisher  huts!) 
That    the    Stealer    stooping    beachward    filled 
with  fire. 
Till  she  bore  my  iron  head  and  ringing  guts ! 
By  the  wisdom  of  the  centuries  I  speak — 

To  the  tune  of  yestermorn  I  set  the  truth — 
I,  the  joy  of  life  unquestioned — I,  the  Greek — 
I,  the  everlasting  Wonder  Song  of  Youth ! 
With  my  ^'Tinka-tinka-tinka-tinka-tink!'' 
(What    d'  ye    lack,    my    noble    masters.? 
What  d'ye  lack.?) 
So  I  draw  the  world  together  link  by  link ; 
Yea,  from  Delos  up  to  Limerick  and  back! 

[85] 


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>f< >?<  >?»c>;v  v^v  >?v  ViV  Vjy  Vjv  y^v  y^v >?v  >?*(  x^x  xi^x /fi  yf< yf< 

September  First 

That  day  I  cud  ha'  picked  the  sun  out  av  the 
sky  for  a  Hve  coal  to  me  pipe,  so  magnificent 
I  was.  — The  Courting  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

September  Second 

The  wild  hawk  to  the  wind-swept  sky, 

The  deer  to  the  wholesome  wold. 
And  the  heart  of  a  man  to  the  heart  of  a  maid, 

As  it  was  in  the  days  of  old — Gypsy  Song. 

September  Third 

He  wanted  to  be  deceived,  he  meant  to  be  de-« 
ceived,  and  he  deceived  himself  very  thoroughly. 
On  the  Strength  of  a  Likeness. 

September  Fourth 

She  had  eyes  like  the  brown  of  a  buttherfly's 
wing  whin  the  sun  catches  ut,  an'  a  waist  no 
thicker  than  my  arrm,  an'  a  little  sof  button 
av  a  mouth  I  wud  ha'  gone  through  all  Asia 
bristlin'  wid  bay'nits  to  get  the  kiss  av.  An' 
her  hair  was  as  long  as  the  tail  av  the  colonel's 
charger — forgive  me  mintionin'  that  blunder  in' 
baste  in  the  same  mouthful — but 't  was  all  shpun 
gold,  an'  time  was  whin  a  lock  av  ut  was  more 
than  di'monds  to  me.    — The  Solid  Muldoon. 

[86] 


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1^ 'j^  1^  y^ '/;<  w^K  wiK  MfK  ff^  i^y^K  y^K  '/;<  y^yfK  wtK  >^>T*r 

September  Fifth 

She  was  as  immutable  as  the  hills.  But  not 
quite  so  green.  — Venus  Annodomini. 

September  Sixth 

You  could  do  nothing  with  one  without  the 
other.  They  were  very  loving  sisters  ;  but  their 
mutual  affection  was  sometimes  inconvenient. 

False  Daxvn. 

September  Seventh 

Surely  you  ought  to  know  that  the  first  proof 
a  man  gives  of  his  interest  in  a  woman  is  by 
talking  to  her  about  his  own  sweet  self.  If  the 
woman  listens  without  yawning,  he  begins  to 
like  her.  If  she  flatters  the  animal's  vanity,  he 
ends  by  adoring  her. 

The  Education  of  Otis  Yeere, 

September  Eighth 

Though  tangled  and  twisted  the  course  of  true 

love, 
No  tangle  's  so  tangled  it  cannot  improve 
If  the  lover  has  brains. 

The  Post  that  Fitted, 

September  Ninth 

But  I  will  do  penance.  I  will  take  a  dhrink 
av  wather.  — Black  Jack, 

[87] 


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jij«i  VJ<  V?^  V^  V?»C  V{<  >;»C  >^  >?<>;<  V?<  >?V  V;«C  >$<  >?«c  XiX  X4X  nx 
SErTEMBER    TeNTH 

I  had  not  learned  to  hould  me  liquor  wid  com- 
fort in  thim  days.  'T  is  little  betther  I  am 
now.  — Black  Jack, 

September  Eleventh 
Business  is  business,  and  the  man  who  is  paid 
to  attend  to  a  man  might  reasonably  devote  his 
whole  attention  to  the  job. — At  the  Golden  Gate, 

September  Twelfth 
In  a  large-sized  man,  love  like  his  would  have 
been  touching.     In  a  good  man  it  would  have 
been  grand.    He  being  what  he  was,  it  was  only 
a  nuisance.  — The  Bisara  of  Pooree, 

September  Thirteenth 
Perhaps  he  gave  way  to  the  queer,  savage 
feeling  that  sometimes  takes  by  the  throat  a 
husband  twenty  years  married,  when  he  sees 
across  the  table  the  same  face  of  his  wedded 
wife,  and  knows  that,  as  he  has  sat  facing  it, 
so  must  he  continue  to  sit  until  the  day  of  its 
death  or  his  own.  Most  men  and  all  women 
know  the  spasm.  It  only  lasts  for  three  breaths 
as  a  rule,  must  be  a  throwback  to  times  when 
men  and  women  were  rather  worse  than  they 
are  now,  and  is  too  unpleasant  to  be  discussed. 
The  Bronckhurst  Divorce  Case, 

[88] 


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SEPTEMBER  Fourteenth 

If  I  have  taken  the  common  clay 
And  wrought  it  cunningly 
In  the  shape  of  a  god 
That  was  digged  a  clod, 
The  greater  honor  to  me. 

If  thou  hast  taken  the  common  clay, 
And  thy  hands  be  not  free 
From  the  taint  of  the  soil 
Thou  hast  made  thy  spoil, 
The  greater  shame  to  thee. 

.   The  Two  Potters. 

September  Fifteenth 

Looking  on  at  games  of  skill  is  not  a  cheap 
amusement  for  the  young. 

The  Finest  Story  in  the  World. 

September  Sixteenth 

He  was  afraid  for  the  sake  of  another,  which 
is  the  most  soul-satisfying  fear  known  to  man. 
Without  Benefit  of  Clergy. 

September  Seventeenth 

Did  1  iver  tell  you  that  I  was  wanst  the  divil 
av  a  man,?  — The  Solid  Muldvoii, 

L  89  ] 


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>^  ViV  /iv  4V  yjv  Hv  viv  vi«c  nx  y^y^y^  w^Tix  >iv  v;y  y^  vjv: 

September  Eighteenth 

There  are  a  good  many  things  you  cannot 
understand. 

The  Conversion  of  Aurelian  McGoggin, 

September  Nineteenth 

He  was  shtiff  wid  books  and  the-ouries,  an' 
aU  manner  av  thrimmin's  no  manner  av  use. 
The  Taking  of  Lungtwrtgpen, 

September  Twentieth 

Pluffles'  weakness  was  not  believing  what 
people  said.  He  preferred  what  he  called  trust- 
ing to  his  own  judgment. 

The  Rescue  of  Pluffles, 

September  Twenty-first 

These  crazy  people  with  only  one  idea  make 
things  move;  but  they  are  not  nice  to  talk  to. 

A  Germ-Destroyer. 

September  Twenty-second 

Pleasant  it  is  for  the  Little  Tin  Gods 
When  great  Jove  nods ; 

But  Little  Tin  Gods  make  their  little  mistakes 
In  missing  the  hour  when  great  Jove  wakes. 

A  Germ-Destroyer, 

[90] 


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September  Twenty-third 

Thin  I  became  a  man,  an'  the  divll  of  a  man 
I  was  fifteen  years  ago — an',  begad,  I  tuk  a 
woman's  eye.     I  did  that. 

The  God  from  the  Machine. 

September  Twenty-fourth 

Whatever  he  knows  of  his  weaknesses,  Mul- 
vaney  is  entirely  ignorant  of  his  strength. 
The  Courtship  of  Dinah  Shadd. 

September  Twenty-fifth 

Inspiration  Is  fleeting,  beauty  is  vain,  and 
the  power  of  the  mind  for  wonder  limited. 

Astride  the  Clouds. 

September  Twenty-sixth 

I  know  that  it  is  outside  my  business  to  care 
what  people  say;  I  can  see  that  it  spoils  my 
output  if  I  listen  to  'em ;  and  yet,  confound  it 
all!  I  can't  help  purring  when  I'm  rubbed  the 
right  way.  Even  when  I  can  see  on  a  man's 
forehead  that  he  Is  lying  his  way  through  a 
clump  of  pretty  speeches,  those  lies  make  me 
happy,  and  play  the  mischief  with  my  hand. 
The  Light  that  Failed. 

[91] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 
y^  v$«c  Viv  y^y^yfKy^KyfKy^y^-TfK  v^v  vjv  v^c  w^y^/^y^ 

September  Twenty-seventh 

Meddling  with  another  man's  folly  Is  always 
thankless  work.  — The  Rescue  of  Pluffles, 


September  Twenty-eighth 

For  tin  minutes  't  was  all  I  cud  do  to  prevint 
him  from  killin'  himself  against  me  fistes. 

The  Solid  Middoon, 


September  Twenty-ninth 

I  suggested  that  he  should  write  out  the  whole 
affair  from  beginning  to  end,  knowing  that  ink 
might  assist  to  ease  his  mind. 

The  Phantom  ^Rickshaw. 


September  Thirtieth 

Torpenhow  looked  at  Dick  with  his  eyes  full 
of  the  austere  love  that  springs  up  between  men 
who  have  tugged  at  the  same  oar  together  and 
are  yoked  by  custom  and  use  and  the  intimacies 
of  toil.  This  is  a  good  love,  and,  since  it  al- 
lows, and  even  encourages,  strife,  recrimination, 
and  the  most  brutal  sincerity,  does  not  die,  but 
increases,  and  is  proof  against  any  absence  and 
evil  conduct.  — The  Light  that  Failed,  -. 

[92] 


DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

OCTOBER 

GUNGA  DIN 

You  may  talk  o'  gin  an'  beer 

When  you  're  quartered  safe  out  'ere, 

An'  you  're  sent  to  penny-fights  an'  Aldershot 

it; 
But  if  it  comes  to  slaughter 
You  will  do  your  work  on  water, 
An'  you  '11  lick  the  bloomin'  boots  of  'im  that 's 

got  it. 
Now  in  Injia's  sunny  clime. 
Where  I  used  to  spend  my  time 
A-servin'  of  'Er  Majesty  the  Queen, 
Of  all  them  black-faced  crew 
The  finest  man  I  knew 
Was  our  regimental  bhisti,  Gunga  Din. 

He  was  "Din  !  Din  !  Din  ! 

You  limpin'  lump  o'  brick-dust,  Gunga  Din! 

Hi!  slippy  hitherao! 

Water,  get  it!    Panee  lao! 

You  squidgy-nosed  old  idol,  Gunga  Din !" 


Was  nothin'  much  before, 

An'  rather  less  than  'arf  o'  that  be'ind, 

For  a  twisty  piece  o'  rag 

An'  a  goatskin  water-bag. 

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>?«?  vjv  >j»t  >j<  y;y  vj<  >;<  vjv  >?<  >j<  v|x'  >jv  vj<  vj^vjv  viv  v?<  vj<c 

Was  all  the  field  equipment  'e  could  find. 
When  the  sweatin'  troop-train  lay 
In  a  sidin'  through  the  day, 
Where  the  'eat  would  make  your  bloomin'  eye- 
brows crawl, 
We  shouted  ''Harry  Byr 
Till  our  throats  were  bricky-dry. 
Then  we  wopped  'im  'cause  'e  could  n't  serve  us 
all. 

It  was  "Din !  Din !  Din ! 

You   'eathen,   where   the   mischief   'ave   you 
been  ? 

You  put  some  juldee  in  it. 

Or  I'll  marrow  you  this  minute 

If  you  don't  fill  up  my  helmet,  Gunga  Din !" 

'E  would  dot  'an  carry  one 
Till  the  longest  day  was  done, 
An'  'e  did  n't  seem  to  know  the  use  o'  fear. 
If  we  charged  or  broke  or  cut. 
You  could  bet  your  bloomin'  nut, 
'E  'd  be  waitin'  fifty  paces  right  flank  rear. 
With  'is  mussick  on  'is  back, 
'E  would  skip  with  our  attack, 
An'  watch  us  till  the  bugles  made  "Retire." 
An'  for  all  'is  dirty  'ide 
'E  was  white,  clear  white,  inside 
When  'e  went  to  tend  the  wounded  under  fire! 
It  was  "Din!  Din!  Din!" 

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FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 
>?<  v?<  >jv  vj»c  vi^vj'^  >?<>?<>?<  >?v  >^k  v;«c  >?v>;^  >5f*c  v^c  v?*c  v?< 

With   the  bullets   kickin'   dust-spots   on   the 

green. 
When  the  cartridges  ran  out, 
You  could  'ear  the  front-files  shout : 
"Hi !  ammunition-mules  an'  Gunga  Din !" 

I  shan't  forgit  the  night 

When  I  dropped  be'ind  the  fight 

With  a  bullet  where  my  belt-plate  should  'a' 

been. 
I  was  chokin'  mad  with  thirst, 
An'  the  man  that  spied  me  first 
Was  our  good  old  grinnin'  gruntin'  Gunga  Din. 
'E  Hfted  up  my  'ead, 
An'  'e  plugged  me  where  I  bled. 
An'  'e  gave  me  'arf-a-pint  a'  water — green: 
It  was  crawlin'  and  it  stunk, 
But  of  all  the  drinks  I  've  drunk, 
I  'm  gratefullest  to  one  from  Gunga  Din. 

It  was  "Din  !  Din !  Din ! 

'Ere  's   a  beggar  with  a  bullet   through  'is 
spleen ; 

'E  's  chawin'  up  the  ground,  an'  'e  's  kickin' 
all  around: 

For  Gawd's  sake,  git  the  water,  Gunga  Din !" 

'E  carried  me  away 

To  where  a  dooli  lay. 

An'  a  bullet  come  an'  drilled  the  beggar  clean. 

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'j^  y^  y^  y^ '/^  yk\  y^x  xi^x  >?*c  x^  xi*c  x^x  >^  >|?  v^  v?<  vj<  >j< 

'E  put  me  safe  inside, 

An'  just  before  'e  died: 

"I  'ope  you  like  your  drink,"  sez  Gunga  Din. 

So  I  '11  meet  'im  later  on 

In  the  place  where  'e  is  gone — 

Where  it  's  always  double  drill  and  no  canteen; 

'E  '11  be  squattin'  on  the  coals 

Givin'  drink  to  pore  damned  souls, 

An'  I  '11  get  a  swig  in  Hell  from  Gunga  Din ! 
Din!   Din!  Din! 

You  Lazarushian-leather  Gunga  Din ! 
Though  I  've  belted  you  an'  flayed  you, 
By  the  livin'  Gawd  that  made  you. 
You  're  a  better  man  than  I  am,  Gunga  Din ! 

October    First 

I  have  lived  long  enough  to  know  that  it  is 
best  to  know  nothing. — By  Word  of  Mouth, 

October  Second 
All  we  can  do  is  to  learn  how  to  do  our  work, 
to  be  masters  of  our  material  instead  of  ser- 
vants, and  never  to  be  afraid  of  anything. 
Everything  else  comes  from  outside  ourselves. 
Very  good.  But  the  instant  we  begin  to  think 
about  success  and  the  eff'ect  of  our  work — to 
play  with  one  eye  on  the  gallery — we  lose 
power  and  touch  and  everything  else. 

The  Light  that  Failed. 

[96] 


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October  Third 

No  one  "has  yet  explained  what  actually  hap- 
pens  when   an   irresistible   force   meets   the  im- 
movable post,  though  some  have  thought  deeply. 
The  Light  that  Failed. 

October  Fourth 

Every  man  is  entitled  to  his  own  religious 
convictions;  but  no  man — least  of  all  a  junior 
— has  a  right  to  thrust  these  down  other  men's 
throats. 

The  Conversion  of  Aurelian  McGoggin. 

October  Fifth 

Did  you  see  John  Malone,  wid  his  shinin',  brand- 
new  hat? 

Did  ye  see  how  he  walked  hke  a  grand  aristo- 
crat ? 

There  was  flags  an'  banners  w^avin'  high,  an' 
dhress  and  shtyle  were  shown. 

But  the  best  av  all  the  company  was  Misther 
John  Malone.  — John  Malone. 

October  Sixth 

I  said,  "Whose  reputation  did  you  save?" 
"More  's   the  pity,  't  was  n't  my  own,  but  I 
took  more  trouble  wid  ut  than  av  ut  was." 

The  God  from  the  Machine. 

[97] 


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October  Seventh 

Up  my  back,  an'  in  my  boots,  an'  in  the  short 
hair  av  the  neck — that 's  where  I  kape  my  eyes 
whin  I  'm  on  duty. 

The  God  from  the  Machine, 

October  Eighth 

The  wolf-cub  at  even  lay  hid  in  the  corn. 

When  the  smoke  of  the  cooking  hung  gray : 

He  knew  where  the  doe  made  a  couch  for  hei 

fawn, 

And  he  looked  to  his  strength  for  his  prey. 

But  the  moon  swept  the  smoke-wreaths  away, 

And  he  turned  from  his  meal  in  the  villager's 

close. 
And  he  bayed  to  the  moon  as  she  rose. 

In  Sconce. 
October  Ninth 

Do  you  know  what  fear  is.^^  Not  ordinary 
fear  of  insult,  injury,  or  death,  but  abject, 
quivering  dread  of  something  that  you  cannot 
see — fear  that  dries  the  inside  of  the  mouth  and 
half  of  the  throat — fear  that  makes  you  sweat 
on  the  palms  of  the  hands  and  gulp  in  order  to 
keep  the  uvula  at  work.  This  is  a  fine  Fear — 
a  great  cowardice,  and  must  be  felt  to  be  ap- 
preciated. — My  Own  Ghost  Story. 

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October  Tenth 

A  man  who  rides  niiich  knows  exactly  what 
a  horse  is  going  to  do  before  he  does  it.  In  the 
same  way  a  woman  of  experience  knows  accu- 
rately how  a  boy  will  behave  under  certain  cir- 
cumstances. — The  Rescue  of  Pluffies. 

October  Eleventh 

The  Colonel  returned  at  an  unseemly  hour 
and  his  excuses  were  not  accepted.  If  the 
Colonel's  Wife  had  been  an  ordinary  vessel  of 
wrath  appointed  for  destruction,  she  w^ould 
have  known  that  when  a  man  stays  away  on  pur- 
pose, his  excuse  is  always  sound  and  original. 
The  very  baldness  of  the  Colonel's  explanation 
proved  its  truth.        — Watches  of  the  Night. 

October  Twelfth 

Since  she  chose  to  regard  him  as  a  hopeless 
liar,  when  dread  of  pain  drove  him  to  his  first 
untruth,  he  naturally  developed  into  a  liar,  but 
an  economical  and  self-contained  one,  never 
throwing  away  the  least  unnecessary  fib,  and 
never  hesitating  at  the  blackest,  were  it  only 
plausible,  that  might  make  his  life  a  little  easier. 
The  treatment  taught  him  at  least  the  power 
of  hving  alone.         — The  Light  that  Failed. 

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'/i<  Wfi.  y^K  wi< 'A<  y^K  y^y^  y^oio^yiK  y^y^K  viv  v;v  >|<  v^v 

October  Thirteenth 
Let  a  puppy  eat  the  soap  in  the  bathroom  or 
chew  a  newly-blacked  boot.  He  chews  and 
chuckles  until,  by  and  by,  he  finds  out  that  the 
blacking  and  Old  Brown  Windsor  make  him 
very  sick ;  so  he  argues  that  soap  and  boots  are 
not  wholesome.  Any  old  dog  about  the  house 
will  soon  show  him  the  unwisdom  of  biting  big 
dogs'  ears.  Being  young,  he  remembers  and 
goes  abroad,  at  six  months,  a  well-mannered 
little  beast  with  a  chastened  appetite.  If  he 
had  been  kept  away  from  boots,  and  soap,  and 
big  dogs  till  he  came  to  the  trinity  full  grown, 
consider  how  fearfully  sick  and  thrashed  he 
would  be.  — Thrown  Away. 

October  Fourteenth 
He  was  a  tricky  man  an'  a  liar  by  natur'. 
Some  are  born  so.     He  was  wan. 

The  God  from  the  Machine. 

October  Fifteenth 
Baffled  and  beaten  back,  she  works  on  still; 

Weary  and  sick  of  toil,  she  works  the  more. 
Sustained  by  her  indomitable  will. 

The  hands  shall  fashion  and  the  brain  shall 
pore. 
And  all  her  sorrow  shall  be  turned  to  labor. 

Work. 

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October  Sixteenth 

The  lark  will  make  her  hymn  to  God, 
The  partridge  call  her  brood, 

While  I  forget  the  heath  I  trod, 
The  fields  wherein  I  stood. 

The  Only  Son. 

October  Seventeenth 

There  is  a  tide  in  the  affairs  of  men, 
Which,  taken  any  way  you  please,  is  bad. 
And  strands  them  in  forgotten  guts  and  creeks 
No  decent  soul  would  think  of  visiting. 
You  cannot  stop  the  tide ;  but,  now  and  then. 
You  may  arrest  some  rash  adventurer 
Who — h'm — will   hardly    thank   you    for   your 
pains.  — Viharfs  Moralities. 

October  Eighteenth 

You  may  have  noticed  that  many  religious 
people  are  deeply  suspicious.  They  seem — for 
purely  religious  purposes,  of  course — to  know 
more  about  iniquity  than  the  Unregenerate. 
Perhaps  they  were  specially  bad  before  they  be- 
came converted.  At  any  rate,  in  the  imputation 
of  things  evil,  and  in  putting  the  worst  con- 
struction on  things  innocent,  a  certain  type  of 
good  people  may  be  trusted  to  surpass  all 
others.  — Watches  of  the  Night. 

[101] 


i^.Qm    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

October  Nineteenth 

'T  is  dule  to  know  not  night  from  morn ; 

But  deeper  dule  to  know 
I  can  but  hear  the  hunter's  horn 

That  once  I  used  to  blow. — The  Only  Son. 

October  Twentieth 

Men  do  their  work,  and  grow  to  think  that 
there  is  nothing  but  their  work,  and  nothing  like 
their  work.  If  men  had  not  this  delusion  as  to 
the  ultra  importance  of  their  own  particular 
employments,  I  suppose  that  they  would  sit 
down  and  kill  themselves.  But  their  weakness  is 
wearisome,  particularly  when  the  listener  knows 
that  he  himself  commits  exactly  the  same  sin. 
Wressley  of  the  Foreign  Office. 

October  Twenty-first 

What 's  yon  that  follows  at  my  side  ? — 

The  foe  that  ye  must  fight,  my  lord. — 
That  hirples  swift  as  I  can  ride? — 

The  shadow  of  the  night,  my  lord. — 
Then  wheel  my  horse  against  the  foe! — 

He  's  down  and  overpast,  my  lord. 
Ye  war  against  the  sunset  glow: 

The  darkness  gathers  fast,  my  lord. 

The  Fight  of  Heriofs  Ford. 

[  102] 


•FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

October  Twenty-second 
"I  have  a  thousand  men,"  said  he, 

"To  wait  upon  my  will. 
And  towers  nine  upon  the  Tyne, 

And  three  upon  the  Till." 
"And  what  care  I  for  your  men,"  said  she, 

"Or  towers  from  Tyne  to  Till, 
Sith  you  must  go  with  me,"  she  said, 

"To  wait  upon  my  will? 

"And  you  may  lead  a  thousand  men, 

Nor  never  draw  the  rein; 
But  ere  ye  lead  the  Faery  Queen 

'T  will  burst  your  heart  in  twain." 
He  has  slipped  his  foot  from  the  stirrup  bar, 

The  bridle  from  his  hand, 
And  he  is  bound  by  hand  and  foot 

To  the  Queen  o'  Faery  Land. — Sir  Hughie. 

October  Twenty-third 
There  were  three  friends  that  buried  the  fourth. 
The  mould  in  his  mouth  and  the  dust  in  his 
eyes ; 
And  they  went  south,  and  east,  and  north — 

The  strong  man  fights,  but  the  sick  man  dies. 

There  were  three  friends  that  spoke  of  the  dead. 

The  strong  man  fights,  but  the  sick  man  dies. 

"And  would  he  were  here  with  us  now,"  they  said, 

"The  sun  in  our  face  and  the  wind  in  our 

eyes."  — Three  Friends. 

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x^x  x|x  x^x  x^x  X4X  -x(K  xi\  x^x  y(<  yfK  y^K  YiK  y(<  yfK  ypi. -j^  Wfi.  >j^ 

October  Twenty-fourth 

I  saw  that  fwhat  had  gone  before  would  be 
huggin'  an'  kissin'  to  fwhat  was  to  come. 
With  the  Main  Guard, 

October  Twenty-fifth 

Look,  you  have  cast  out  Love !    What  Gods  are 
these 

You  bid  me  please? 
The  Three  in  One,  the  One  in  Three?    Not  so ! 

To  my  own  Gods  I  go. 
It  may  be  they  shall  give  me  greater  ease 
Than  your  cold  Christ  and  tangled  Trinities. 

The  Convert, 

October  Twenty-sixth 

Know !    Take  my  word  for  it,  sorr,  ivrything 
an'  a  great  dale  more  is  known  in  a  rig'mint. 
The  God  from  the  Machine, 

October  Twenty-seventh 

Cry  "Murder!"  in  the  market-place,  and  each 
Will  turn  upon  his  neighbor  anxious  eyes 
That   ask,     "Art  thou  the  man?"     We  hunted 

Cain, 
Some  centuries  ago,  across  the  world ; 
That  bred  the  fear  our  own  misdeeds  maintain 
To-day.  — Vibart^s  Moralities, 

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?fi:y;ir}^fKyfKyiKyfKyii:y$^y^yfK  v?v  v;v>jv  >jx  x|k  7j<  y^  >j^ 

October  Twenty-eighth 

So  we  loosed  a  bloomln'  volley, 

An'  we  made  the  beggars  cut, 
An'  when  our  pouch  was  emptied  out, 
We  used  the  bloomln'  butt, 
Ho!    My! 

Don't  yer  come  a-nigh, 
When  Tommy  is  a-playin'  with  the  bay'nit  an' 
the  butt.  — Song. 

October  Twenty-ninth 

I  am  not  sure  what  real  "earnestness"  is.  A 
very  fair  imitation  can  be  manufactured  by 
neglecting  to  dress  decently,  by  mooning  about 
in  a  dreamy,  misty  sort  of  way,  by  taking  office- 
work  home  after  staying  in  office  till  seven. 
That  is  one  sort  of  "earnestness."  — Pig, 

October  Thirtieth 

"Stopped  in  the  straight  when  the  race  was  his 

own! 
Look  at  him  cutting  it — cur  to  the  bone!" — 
Ask,  ere  the  youngster  be  rated  and  chidden, 
What  did  he  carry  and  how  was  he  ridden.'' 
Maybe  they  used  him  too  much  at  the  start ; 
Maybe   Fate's    weight-cloths    are   breaking   his 

heart.  — Life's  Handicap. 

[105] 


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October  Thirty-first 

What  is  the  moral?     Who  rides  may  read 

When  the  night  is  thick  and  the  tracks  are 
blind. 

A  friend  at  a  pinch  is  a  friend  indeed ; 

But  a  fool  to  wait  for  the  laggard  behind; 

Down  to  Gehenna  or  up  to  the  Throne 

He  travels  the  fastest  who  travels  alone. 

White  hands  cling  to  the  tightened  rein, 
Slipping  the  spur  from  the  booted  heel ; 

Tenderest  voices  cry,  "Turn  again," 
Red  hopes  tarnish  the  scabbarded  steel. 

High  hopes  faint  on  a  warm  hearthstone — 

He  travels  the  fastest  who  travels  alone. 

One  may  fall,  but  he  falls  by  himself  — 
Falls  by  himself  with  himself  to  blame ; 

One  may  attain  and  to  him  is  the  pelf, 
Loot  of  the  city  in  Gold  or  Fame : 

Plunder  of  earth  shall  be  all  his  own 

Who  travels  the  fastest  and  travels  alone. 

Wherefore  the  more  ye  be  holpen  and  stayed — 
Stayed  by  a  friend  in  the  hour  of  toil. 

Sing  the  heretical  song  I  have  made — 
His  be  the  labor  and  yours  be  the  spoil. 

Win  by  his  aid  and  the  aid  disown — 

He  travels  the  fastest  who  travels  alone. 

VEnvoi  to  ''The  Gadshysr 

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FROM    T>AY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLINCx 

NOVEMBER 

THE  CONUNDRUM  OF  THE  WORK- 
SHOPS 

When  the  flush  of  a  new-born  sun  fell  first  on 

Eden's  green  and  gold, 
Our    father    Adam    sat    under    the    Tree,    and 

scratched  with  a  stick  in  the  mould; 
And  the  first  rude  sketch  that  the  world  had 

seen  was  joy  to  his  mighty  heart, 
Till  the  Devil  whispered  behind  the  leaves :  "It 's 

pretty,  but  is  it  art?" 

Wherefore  he   called   to  his  wife,   and   fled  to 

fashion  his  work  anew — 
The  first  of  his  race  to  care  a  fig  for  the  first, 

most  dread  review ; 
And  he  left  his  lore  to  the  use  of  his  sons — and 

that  was  a  glorious  gain 
When  the  Devil  chuckled:  "Is  it  art?"  in  the 

ear  of  the  branded  Cain. 

They  builded  a  tower  to   shiver  the  sky,   and 

wrench  the  stars  apart. 
Till  the  Devil  grunted  behind  the  bricks :  "It 's 

striking,  but  is  it  art?" 
The  stone  was  dropped  by  the  quarry-side,  and 

the  idle  derrick  swung, 

[107  1 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

While  each  man  talked  of  the  aims  of  art,  and 
each  in  an  alien  tongue. 

They  fought  and  they  talked  in  the  north  and 

the  south,  they  talked  and  they  fought  in 

the  west, 
Till  the  waters  rose  on  the  jabbering  land,  and 

the  poor  Red  Clay  had  rest — 
Had  rest  tiU  the  dank  blank-canvas  dawn  when 

the  dove  was  preened  to  start. 
And   the  Devil  bubbled  below  the  keel:   "It's 

human,  but  is  it  art?" 

The  tale  is  as  old  as  the  Eden  Tree — as  new 

as  the  new-cut  tooth — 
For  each  man  knows  ere  his  llp-thatch  grows  he 

is  master  of  art  and  truth ; 
And  each  man  hears  as  the  twilight  nears,  to  the 

beat  of  his  dying  heart, 
The  Devil  drum  on  the  darkened  pane:  "You 

did  it,  but  was  it  art?" 

We  have  learned  to  whittle  the  Eden  Tree  to 

the  shape  of  a  surplice-peg, 
We  have  learned  to  bottle  our  parents  twain 

in  the  yolk  of  an  addled  egg. 
We  know  that  the  tail  must  wag  the  dog,  as 

the  horse  is  drawn  by  the  cart, 
But  the  Devil  whoops,  as  he  whooped  of  old: 

"It 's  clever,  but  is  it  art?" 

[  108  ] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

When  the  flicker  of  London  sun  falls  faint  on 

the  club-room's  green  and  gold, 
The  sons  of  Adam  sit  them  down,  and  scratch 

with  their  pens  in  the  mould — 
They  scratch  with  their  pens  in  the  mould  of 

their  graves,  and  the  ink  and  the  anguish 

start 
When  the  Devil  mutters  behind  the  leaves :  "It 's 

pretty,  but  is  it  art?" 

Now,  if  we  could  win  to  the  Eden  Tree  where 

the  four  great  rivers  flow, 
And  the  wreath  of  Eve  is>ed  on  the  turf  as  she 

left  it  long  ago, 
And  if  we  could  come  when  the  sentry   slept, 

and  softly  scurry  through, 
By  the  favor  of  God  we  might  know  as  much — 

as  our  father  Adam  knew. 

November  First 

You  shall  remember  that  it  is  not  enough  to 
have  the  method,  and  the  art,  and  the  power, 
not  even  that  which  is  touch,  but  you  shall  also 
have  the  conviction  that  nails  the  work  to  the 
wall.  — The  Light  that  Failed. 

November  Second 

'T  is  n't  what  we  say,  it 's  what  we  don't  saj, 
that  helps.  — The  Garden  of  Ea^/U 

[109] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 
■>!<  >l<  >l<  >?<  v?>i  >|V">;^>^  v^  y^  v?<  yf^y^Tf^  yi<K  vjv  >;<  >j^ 

November  Third 

Oh,  crow  !     Go  crow  !     Baby  's  sleeping  sound, 
And  the  wild  plums  grow  in  the  jungle,  only  a 

penny  a  pound — 
Only  a  penny   a  pound,  Baba — only   a  penny 

a  pound.  — Are-ko-ko. 

November  Fourth 

Preponderance  of  individuality  was  ever  a  bar 
to  foreign  travel.  — Chicago. 


November  Fifth 

There  's  no  fool  like  an  ould  fool.  You  know 
you  can  do  anythin'  wid  me  whin  I  'm  talkin'. 

Black  Jack, 

November  Sixth 

"There  's  no  tale  in  the  world  I  can't  believe." 
"If  you  haf  learned  belief  you  haf  learned 
somedings."  — BimL 

November  Seventh 

Don't  you  know  the  temptation  to  say  fright- 
ful and  shocking  things  just  for  the  mere  sake 
of  saying  them.?         — Poor,  Dear  Mamma, 

[110] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

y^  v^  y^  viv  Viv  y^K  >?k-  y^  y^  v^-  >?^r?ir7?^7^7?sr  v^c  v^•  >k 

November  Eighth 

It 's  as  simple  as  the  Rule  of  Three.  If  we 
make  light  of  our  work  by  using  it  for  our  own 
ends,  our  work  will  make  hght  of  us,  and,  as 
we  are  the  weaker,  we  shall  suffer. 

The  Light  that  Failed, 

November  Ninth 

I  've  had  my  day,  I  've  had  my  day,  an'  nothin' 
can  take  away  the  taste  av  that ! 

The  Solid  Muldoon. 

November  Tenth 

In  the  pleasant  orchard-closes 

"God  bless  all  our  gains,"  say  we; 

But  "May  God  bless  all  our  losses," 
Better  suits  with  our  degree. 

The  Lost  Bower, 

November  Eleventh 

These  persons  are  harmless  in  their  earlier 
stages — that  is  to  say,  a  man  worth  three  or 
four  million  dollars  may  be  a  good  talker,  clever, 
amusing,  and  of  the  world;  a  man  with  twice 
that  amount  is  to  be  avoided,  and  a  twenty- 
million  man  is — just  twenty  millions. 

At  the  Golden  Gate, 

[111] 


FROM   DAY   TO   DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

November  Twelfth 

There  was  a  case  once — but  that  is  another 
story. 

On  the  Strength  of  a  Likeness. 

November  Thirteenth 

I  wonder  now  in  thim  days  that  my  ears  did 
not  grow  a  yard  on  me  head  wid  hst'nin. 

The  God  from  the  Machine, 

November  Fourteenth 

Nobody  understand  Thomas  except  Thomas, 
and  he  does  not  know  what  is  the  matter  with 
himself.  — In  the  Matter  of  a  Private. 

November  Fifteenth 

Ho!  don't  you  go  for  a  corp'ral, 

Unless  your  'ead  is  clear ; 
But  I  was  an  ass  when  I  was  at  grass, 
An'  that  is  why  I  'm  'ere. 

Song. 
November  Sixteenth 

It  was  just  the  sort  of  dinner  and  evening  to 
make  a  man  think  of  every  one  of  his  past  sins, 
and  of  all  the  others  that  he  intended  to  commit 
if  he  lived. 

My  Own  True  Ghost  Story, 

[112] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

1^  ji^i^Kt«  -j^  y^  y^K  y^ -j^  f^  7?ir7?«k  yfK  y^K  j^  yf^ /^  ys<i- yt< 

November  Seventeenth 

But  I  shall  not  understand. 

Shall  not  see  the  face  of  my  love, 

Shall  not  know  her  for  whom  I  strove, 

Till  she  reach  me  forth  her  hand. 

Saying,  ''Who  but  I  have  the  right?" 
And  out  of  a  troubled  night 

Shall  draw  me  safe  to  the  land. 

The  Widower, 

NovEMBEK  Eighteenth 

When  the  grief  of  the  soul  is  too  heavy  for 
endurance  it  ma}^  be  a  little  eased  by  speech; 
and,  moreover,  the  mind  of  a  true  man  is  as  a 
well,  and  the  pebble  of  confession  dropped 
therein  sinks  and  is  no  more  seen. 

Dray  War  a  Yow  Dee. 

November  Nineteenth 

I  never  sthruck,  niver  raised  me  hand  on  my 
shuperior  orf'cer;  and  that  was  a  merricle  now 
I  come  to  considher  it. 

The  God  from  the  Machine, 

November  Twentieth 

If  you  can  possibly  manage  it,  do  not  set 
quite  so  much  store  on  the  things  of  this  world. 

Chicago. 

[113] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

November  Twenty-first 

There  are  three  or  four  times  in  a  man's  hfe 
when  he  is  justified  in  meddling  with  other 
people's  affairs  to  play  Providence. 

The  Bisara  of  Pooree. 

November  Twenty-second 

It  is  another  aged  fact  that,  in  life  as  well  as 
in  racing,  all  the  worst  accidents  happen  at 
little  ditches  and  cut-down  fences. 

Watches  of  the  Night. 

November  Twenty-third 

Minnie  bakes  oaten  cake,  Minnie  brews  ale, 

All  because  her  Johnnie  's  coming  home  from 

the  sea, 

And  she  grows  red  as  rose  who  was  so  pale; 

And  "Are  you  sure  the  church-clock  goes.?"  says 

she. 

Waiting. 

November  Twenty-fourth 

There  was  always  three  av  us.  An'  by  the 
grace  av  God,  so  long  as  our  service  lasts,  three 
av  us  they  '11  always  be.     'T  is  betther  so. 

The  Incarnation  of  Krishna  Mulvaney. 

[114] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 
y^Ky^K^fK  >iv  vjv  y^K  yjv  7?^>?r>|«:  >^-  v?v  >;<  v??  >ivv;v  v?«c  v;^ 

November  Twenty-fifth 

Well,  it  does  n't  matter — nothing  matters 
much  to  me. 

The  Gate  of  the  Hundred  Sorrows, 

November  Twenty-sixth 

About  thirty  a  man  gets  sick  of  living  alone. 
The  World  Without, 

November  Twenty-seventh 

An'  wid  that  I  laid  my  finger  to  my  nose  an' 
looked  the  schamin'  sinner  I  was. 

The  God  from  the  Machine. 

November  Twenty-eighth 

It 's  only  the  voice  of  the  tiniest  little  fraction 
of  people  that  makes  success.     The  real  world 
does  n't  care  a  tinker's — does  n't  care  a  bit. 
The  Light  that  Failed. 

November  Twenty-ninth 

Whin  Mrs.  Mulvaney  that  is,  was  Miss  Shadd 
that  was,  you  were  a  dale  younger  than  you  are 
now,  an'  the  Army  was  dif'rint  in  sev'ril  e-sen- 
shuls.  — The  Daughter  of  the  Regiment. 

[115] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

y^  y^K  y^  y^  yii<  ypi.  y^  y^y^Ky^  yivvjvvjK'T?^  >V«c  >j<  >?<  vj< 

November  Thirtieth 

We  pulled  for  you  when  the  wind  was  against 
us  and  the  sails  were  low. 

Will  you  never  let  us  go? 

We  ate  bread  and  onions  when  you  took  towns 
or  ran  aboard  quickly  when  you  were  beaten 
back  by  the  foe. 

The  captains  walked  up  and  down  the  deck  in 
fair  weather  singing  songs,  but  we  were  be- 
low. 

We  fainted  with  our  chins  on  the  oars  and  you 
did  not  see  that  we  were  idle,  for  we  still 
swung  to  and  fro. 

Will  you  never  let  us  go? 

The  salt  made  the  oar  handles  like  sharkskin; 
our  knees  were  cut  to  the  bone  with  salt 
cracks ;  our  hair  was  stuck  to  our  foreheads ; 
and  our  lips  were  cut  to  the  gums ;  and  you 
whipped  us  because  we  could  not  row. 
Will  you  never  let  us  go? 

But  in  a  little  while  we  shall  run  out  of  the  port- 
holes as  the  water  runs  along  the  oarblade, 
and  though  you  tell  the  others  to  row  after 
us  you  will  never  catch  us  till  you  catch  the 
oar-thresh  and  tie  up  the  winds  in  the  belly 
of  the  sail.     Aho  ! 

Will  you  never  let  us  go? 

The  Finest  Story  in  the  World. 

[  116  ] 


FROM    BAY    TO    BAY    WITH    KIPLING 

DECEMBER 

CHRISTMAS   IN   INDIA 

Dim  dawn  behind  the  tamarisks — the  sky  is  saf- 
fron-yellow— 
As  the  women  in  the  village  grind  the  corn, 
And  the  parrots  seek  the  river-side,  each  calling 
to  his  fellow 
That  the  Day,  the  staring  Eastern  Day,  is 
born. 
O  the  white  dust  on  the  highway  !  O  the  stenches 
In  the  byway ! 
O  the  clammy  fog  that  hovers  over  earth ! 
And  at  Home  they  're  making  merry  'neath  the 
white  and  scarlet  berry — 
What  part  have  India's  exiles  in  their  mirth? 

Full  day  behind  the  tamarisks — the  sky  Is  blue 
and  staring — 
As  the  cattle  crawl  afield  beneath  the  yoke, 
And  they  bear  One  o'er  the  field-path,  who  is 
past  all  hope  or  caring. 
To   the  ghat  below  the   curling  wreaths   of 
smoke. 
Call    on    Rama,    going    slowly,    as    ye    bear    a 
brother  lowly — 
Call  on  Rama — he  may  hear,  perhaps,  your 
voice ! 

[117] 


FROM   BAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

With  our  hymn-books  and  our  psalters  we  ap- 
peal to  other  altars, 
And    to-day    we   bid    "good    Christian    men 
rejoice!" 

High  noon   behind   the   tamarisks — the   sun   is 
hot  above  us — 
As  at  Home  the  Christmas  Day  is  breaking 
wan. 
They  will  drink  our  healths  at  dinner — those 
who  tell  us  how  they  love  us, 
And  forget  us  till  another  year  be  gone! 
O    the   toil   that   needs    no    breaking!      O    the 
Heimweh,  ceaseless,  aching! 
O  the  black  dividing  Sea  and  alien  Plain ! 
Youth  was  cheap — wherefore  we  sold  it ; 
Gold  was  good — we  hoped  to  hold  it. 

And  to-day  we  know  the  fulness  of  our  gain. 

Gray  dusk  behind  the  tamarisks — the  parrots 
fly  together — 
As  the  sun  is  sinking  slowly  over  Home; 
And  his  last  ray  seems  to  mock  us  shackled  in 
in  a  life-long  tether 
That  drags  us  back  howe'er  so  far  we  roam. 
Hard  her   service,   poor   her  payment — she  in 
ancient,  tattered  raiment — 
India,  she  the  grim  step-mother  of  our  kind. 

[118] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 
>^  >^  y^v  yjv  /^>K>?^>?^  >^'  >?<  >;<7y<:>;^>;^>?^>?^r>tir^^ 

If  a  year  of  life  be  lent  her,  if  her  temple's 
shrine  we  enter, 
The  door  is  shut:  we  may  not  look  behind. 

Black   night    behind    the    tamarisks — the    owls 
begin  their  chorus — 
As  the  conchs  from  the  temple  scream  and 
bray. 
With   the   fruitless   years   behind   us,    and   the 
hopeless  years  before  us, 
Let  us   honor,   oh,   my  brothers,   Christmas 
Day! 
Call  a  truce,  then,  to  our  labors — let  us  feast 
with  friend  and  neighbors. 
And  be  merry  as  the  custom  of  our  caste ; 
For  if  "faint  and  forced  the  laughter,"  and  if 
sadness  follow  after, 
We  are  richer  by  one  mocking  Christmas  past. 

December,  First 

Slape  is  a  shuparfluous  necessity. 

With  the  Main  Guard, 


December  Second 

Can  a  man  stand  upright  in  the  face  of  the 
naked  sun;  or  a  lover  in  the  presence  of  his 
beloved.?  — The  Love-Song  of  Har  DyaL 

[119] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 
i*l<  >l*r7|*c  MfK  yfK  yfK  y(K  )ffK  >|x'  vj>c  vjv>f«c  >j?  >j^  >^  v?*i  V5<>j«^ 

December  Thied 

Each  does  it  his  own  way,  like  makin'  love. 
With  the  Main  Guard. 

December  Fourth 

The  human  soul  is  a  very  lonely  thing,  and 
when  it  is  getting  ready  to  go  away  hides  itself 
in  a  misty  borderland  where  the  living  may  not 
follow.  — Without  Benefit  of  Clergy. 

December  Fifth 

Roses  red  and  roses  white 
Plucked  I  for  my  love's  delight; 
She  would  none  of  all  my  posies, 
Bade  me  gather  her  blue  roses. 

Half  the  world  I  wandered  through, 
Seeking  where  such  flowers  grew ; 
Half  the  world  unto  my  quest 
Answered  but  with  laugh  and  jest. 

It  may  be  beyond  the  grave 

She  shall  find  what  she  would  have. 

Oh,  't  was  but  an  idle  quest, — 

Roses  red  and  white  are  best. — Blue  Roses, 

December  Sixth 

Too  much  zeal  was  a  thing  that  she  did  not 
approve  of ;  preferring  instead,  a  tempered  and 
sober  tenderness.  — Venus  Annodomini. 

[  120  ] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

December  Seventh 

I  am  sometimes  sorry  that  I  am  a  woman,  but 
I  'm  very  glad  that  I  'm  not  a  man,  and — I 
should  n't  care  to  be  an  angel. 

Mrs.  Hauksbee  Sits  Out. 

December  Eighth 

He  was  beginning  to  learn,  not  for  the  first 
time  in  his  life,  that  kissing  is  a  cumulative 
poison.  The  more  you  get  of  it,  the  more  you 
want.  — The  Light  that  Failed. 

December  Ninth 

Though  we  called  your  friend  from  his  bed  this 
night,  he  could  not  speak  for  you ; 

For  the  race  is  run  by  one  and  one,  and  never 
by  two  and  two.  — Tomlinson. 

December  Tenth 

An  orf'cer  can't  do  anythin'  to  a  time-expired 
man  savin'  confinin'  him  to  barricks.  'T  is  a 
wise  rig'lation,  bekaze  a  time-expired  does  not 
have  anny  barricks,  bein'  on  the  move  all  the 
time.  'T  is  a  Solomon  av  a  rig'lation.  Is  that ! 
I  wud  like  to  be  inthroduccd  to  the  man  that 
made  ut.  — The  Big  Drunk  Draf. 

[121] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY   WITH    KIPLING 

>5<  >$<  y|<  >?<>?<  Viv  >?<  Viv  >?<  >|v  y|v  >?v  >jv  >?<  5^  >l<  >j<  >;^' 

December  Eleventh 

Never,  never,  never  tell  your  wife  anything 
that  you  do  not  wish  her  to  remember  and  think 
over  all  her  life.  Because  a  woman  can't  for- 
get. — The  Garden  of  Eden, 

December  Twelfth 

"I  saw  she  mint  fwhat  she  said." 
"How  could  you  tell?"  I  demanded,  in  the  in- 
terests of  science. 

"Watch  the  hand,"  said  Mulvaney ;  "av  she 
shuts  her  hand  tight,  thumb  over  the  knuckle, 
take  up  your  hat  an'  go.  You  '11  only  make  a 
fool  av  yourself  av  you  shtay.  But  av  the 
hand  lies  opin  on  the  lap,  or  av  you  see  her 
thryin'  to  shut  ut,  an'  she  can't — go  on !  She  's 
not  past  reasonin'  wid." — The  Solid  Muldoon, 

December  Thirteenth 

Love  heeds  not  caste  nor  sleep  a  broken  bed. 
I  went  in  search  of  love  and  lost  myself. 

Hindoo  Proverb, 

December  Fourteenth 

I  forgive  every  woman  everything. 

A  Second-Rate  Woman, 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

December  Fifteenth 

He  really  laid  himself  out  to  express  what 
was  in  his  mind.     When  he  had  quite  finished 
and  his  throat  was  feeling  dry  they  were  not 
angry  with  him.     They  rather  admired  him. 
The  Arrest  of  Lieutenant  Golightlt/. 

December  Sixteenth 

It  was  a  very  wet  night,  and  I  remember  that 
we  sang  "Auld  Lang  Syne"  with  our  feet  in  the 
championship  cup,  and  our  head  among  the 
stars,  and  swore  we  were  all  dear  friends. 

The  Mark  of  the  Beast. 

December  Seventeenth 

Success  is  n't  got  by  sacrificing  other  people ; 
you  must  sacrifice  yourself,  and  live  under  or- 
ders, and  never  think  for  yourself,  and  never 
have  any  real  satisfaction  in  your  work  except 
just  at  the  beginning,  when  you  're  reaching 
out  after  a  notion. — The  Li":ht  that  Failed. 


"to' 


December  Eighteenth 

The  man's  mind  was   a  perfect  rag-bag  of 
useless  things.     — To  he  Filed  for  Reference, 

[123] 


FROM   DAY   TO   BAY   WITH   KIPLING 

vj<  >j>t  y^  >;«{  VK  >?»^  >^  v^  vi*^  vi^  >?<  >?*^  >?<>i<  >?<>?<>?<  5^ 

Decembee  Nineteenth 

He  kept  his  unrequited  attachment  by  him 
as  men  keep  a  well-smoked  pipe — for  comfort's 
sake,  and  because  it  had  grown  dear  in  the 
using.  — On  the  Strength  of  a  Likeness, 

December  Twentieth 

He  said  that  the  writer  was  either  an  extreme 
liar  or  a  most  wonderful  person.  He  thought 
the  former.        — To  be  Filed  for  Reference. 

December  Twenty-first 

There  is  too  much  Asia,  and  she  is  too  old. 
You  cannot  reform  a  lady  of  many  lovers,  and 
Asia  has  been  insatiable  In  her  flirtations  afore- 
time. She  will  never  attend  Sunday-school,  or 
learn  to  vote  save  with  swords  for  tickets. 

The  Man  Who  Was, 

December  Twenty-second 

Try  my  recipe.  Take  a  man — not  a  boy, 
mind,  but  an  almost  mature,  unattached  man 
— and  be  his  guide,  philosopher,  and  friend. 
You  '11  find  it  the  most  interesting  occupation 
that  you  ever  embarked  on.  It  can  be  done — 
you  need  n't  look  like  that — because  I  've  done 
it.  — The  Education  of  Otis  Yeere, 

[124] 


FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

December  Twenty-third 
You    sometimes    see    a    woman    who    would 
have  made  a  Joan  of  Arc  in  another  century 
and  climate)  threshing  herself  to  pieces  over  all 
the  mean  worry  of  housekeeping. 

Watches  of  the  Night. 

December  Twenty-fourth 
American  girls  are  original,  and  regard  you 
between  the  brows  with  unabashed  eyes,  as  a 
sister  might  look  at  her  brother.  They  are 
instructed,  too,  in  the  folly  and  vanity  of  the 
male  mind,  for  they  have  associated  with  the 
boys  from  babyhood,  and  can  discerningly  min- 
ister to  both  vices,  or  pleasantly  snub  the  pos- 
sessor. They  possess,  moreover,  a  life  among 
themselves,  independent  of  any  masculine  asso- 
ciations. They  are  self-possessed,  without  part- 
ing with  any  tenderness  that  is  their  sex-right; 
they  understand ;  they  can  take  care  of  them- 
selves; they  are  superbly  independent. 

American  Politics. 

December  Twenty-fifth 
As  the  Three  jNIusketeers  share  their  silver, 
tobacco,  and  liquor  together,  as  they  protect 
each  other  in  barracks  or  camp,  and  as  they 
rejoice  together  over  the  joy  of  one,  so  do  they 
divide  their  sorrows.  — Black  Jack. 

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FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

December  Twenty-sixth 

Brother  to  a  Prince  and  fellow  to  a  beggar 
if  he  be  found  worthy. 

The  Man  who  would  be  King. 

December  Twenty-seventh 

You  are — forgive  me  saying  so  even  while  I 
am  smoking  your  excellent  tobacco — painfully 
ignorant  of  many  things. 

To  be  Filed  for  Reference. 

December  Twenty-eighth 

I  never  seed  the  ale  I  could  not  drink,  the 
'bacca  I  could  not  smoke,  nor  the  lass  I  could 
not  kiss.  — On  Greenhow  Hill. 

December  Twenty-ninth 

My  very  worst  friend  from  beginning  to  end. 
By  the  blood  of  a  mouse,  was  mesilf. 

Mulvaney^s  Song. 

December  Thirtieth 

Twelve  hundred  million  men  are  spread 
About  this  Earth,  and  I  and  You 

Wonder,  when  You  and  I  are  dead 
What  will  those  luckless  millions  do. 
The  Last  Department 

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FROM    DAY    TO    DAY    WITH    KIPLING 

December  Thirty-first 

And  they  were  stronger  hands  than  mine 

That  digged  the  Ruby  from  the  earth — 
More  cunning  brains  that  made  it  worth 
The  large  desire  of  a  King ; 
And  bolder  hearts  that  through  the  brine 
Went  down  the  Perfect  Pearl  to  bring. 

Lo,  I  have  wrought  in  common  clay 

Rude  figures  of  a  rough-hewn  race; 
For  Pearls  strew  not  the  market-place 
In  this  my  town  of  banishment, 
Where  with  the  shifting  dust  I  play 
And  eat  the  bread  of  Discontent. 

Yet  is  there  life  in  that  I  make — 

Oh,  Thou  who  knowest,  turn  and  see, 
As  Thou  hast  power  over  me, 
So  have  I  power  over  these. 
Because  I  wrought  them  for  Thy  sake, 
And  breathed  in  them  mine  agonies. 

Small  mirth  was  in  the  making.     Now 
I  lift  the  cloth  that  cloaks  the  clay, 
And,  wearied,  at  Thy  feet  I  lay 
My  wares  ere  I  go  forth  to  sell. 
The  long  bazaar  will  praise — but  Thou — 
Heart  of  my  heart,  have  I  done  well? 

Envoij  to  ''Soldiers  Three,'* 

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